Black Clovers Red

Where do I belong after all this battle? I've killed both sides, slaughtered like cattle. A warrior I was raised, that doesn't change, Even if their lies fueled my rage. Do my black scales shine red to you? Because of what to your friend my sword did to. Can you accept me inside your pack, Though my skills you now need to fight back? I beg forgiveness for what I've done; I won't be free until you have won. Born for peace but raised by fear, I've betrayed what we held dear. My mistakes may not be all my own, But it was me who carved them into stone. Each brother and sister I did slay, Each had honor, if I may dare to say. What can I do to make it up to the dead? What can I do, now all I see is red? I can't ask forgiveness for what I've done; Can I be trusted until your enemy is gone? What will await me when this is over? I close my eyes and pluck a clover. You can't expect a pear when for apples you have seeds; The same must be true for my pain-filled deeds. (The same must be true for my pain-filled deeds.) Born for peace but raised by fear, I've betrayed what we held dear. My mistakes may not be all my own, But it was me who carved them into stone. Each brother and sister I did slay, Each had honor, if I may dare to say. What can I do to make it up to the dead? What can I do, now all I see is red? Yet hope remains in this shattered heart, To find redemption, to play my part. A future forged from battles past, Where peace can bloom, a love to last. With every step, I seek to mend, To be a comrade, not just a friend. For in this world of endless strife, I fight for more than just my life.