My blood spilled over the descending sun;
No longer could the world see what he had done.
Where the Celtic Sea kissed the golden sands,
In the dark, I wept while he bound my hands.
While family drank and danced, they didn’t see;
No one came to save me or set me free.
Beneath his power no one heard my cries;
In the dark, I wept while life closed its eyes.
My kin stood by, watched me break, watched me cry;
With each thrust, I prayed God would let me die.
My terrified stare fixed the blood-stained moon;
In the dark, I heard the song of my doom.
In the hands of Christ, I felt my child wane;
Prayed God would deliver me from the pain.
Forgive me ’cause I let him leave his mark;
Heal my black heart and free me from the dark.
