Roman

Kill me in the style of the roman-
Take the spear, pierce my chest,
And watch the blood and water
Pouring down, running to the west.

Kill me, for I've grown old,
My bones have turned to wood-
Take the needle out o' me,
I'd have taken your pain, if I could...

Kill me, for the wind has stopped.
My mouth of blood is full-
Take the crown off my head-
Take it, and give it to the fool!