Tied to a tree, hands overhead

Arrows run through me, the blood drips slow

Irene restore me, my veins are dry

I've got plans in Rome, I have to go

I, I felt you next to me

Do they, do they know who you are?

Or do they know, do they know what they've done?

Beaten and cast away

They can't hear me anymore

Can I find a way out

Of this one I don't know

I don't think so

No, not this time