I kissed the steel... Before first light... The priest declared... The blade was right... The crimson hood... Became my crown... As justice... Called the axe... Back down... The people cheered... The trumpets cried... Another sinner... Purified... I bowed my head... And played my part... One swing... One prayer... One fractured heart... The years grew long... The faces stayed... A child of eighteen... An old brigade... A mother's tears... A father's grace... I carved forever... Into every face... One looked at me... And softly smiled... "Thank you... For making... It worthwhile..." His mercy fell... Where mine had fled... His words... Still haunt... The dreams I dread... Yesterday... I buried myself... Not beneath earth... But beneath their names... Every soul... I sent away... Carried mine... Into the grave... I served the crown... With faithful hand... Yet lost my place... In God's command... Yesterday... I buried myself... And no prayer... Raised me again... The axe grew dull... Though never worn... Its weight became... A field of thorns... Each polished edge... Reflected eyes... That followed me... Through sleepless nights... I washed my hands... In holy rain... Yet still they bore... Their silent stain... The blood had dried... The guilt remained... An unseen chain... I could not break... I sharpened iron... Until... It blunted... My soul... I served... My King... Yet wandered... Far from God... If justice spoke... Then why... Does silence... Know... My name... Yesterday... I buried myself... Stone by stone... Soul by soul... Tomorrow... They'll bury... What remains... Beneath cold earth... Without a name... When I stand... Before those... I condemned... Will mercy... Know... My face... Yesterday... I buried myself... Today... Only... The axe... Remains... “Forgive Me”
