He uttered a wail and slowly got down His blood from your sword poured onto the ground There's no one to blame – the two sure were right You got just your luck and he lost the fight Your right hand is dead – you're trying to warm it You feel something's wrong You feel the death vomit You covered him with your own bloodstained coat And now you feel phlegm come up to your throat Yeah, there's no more fight – the shivering vanished But there's still a feel you will not have banished You lost your hard will and cannot just form it You feel something's wrong You feel the death vomit