SANAT: Life for a life I dig grave for my loved one, the other one for me. Tears in my eyes, why had it end this way? I had no choice or so I thought, cursed tradition; “If I will not get you, then no-one will” Now, when she`s gone, I must go as well Eye for an eye, blood for blood, life for a life No, not the first time, it won´t be the last love to end up this way Loss and the shame, desperation, gun in the hand Like the fathers, like the sons, it´s always been, it always will Northern way of parting is in murder and in suicide Once I have buried her, I know I must follow. I have lost my innocence, my guilt bends me down. Only my own blood can wash away her blood that stains my hands. My deed shall not be neglected, nor shall my guilt