A blood red moon sets itself in the sky,
An ominous oman that one day we all will die.
A hatred breeds in mankind,
An evil spawns within,
Eyes sparkle will malignance,
And soon noone will win.
A silent raven flies by the frosty window,
It's cries calling from the pools of blood below.
And it kills without warning,
Unrelenting desired surfaces,
Tears pour from the cheeks,
Of thousands of named faces.
A cloud obscures the moonlight shadow,
A black figure that breeds only despair and woe.
The cancer spreads and widens,
Tearing at the weak fabric,
Blood-letting our heart beats,
Anger and rage go to thick.
And as the night grows to the blackest black,
An ancient curse is revived for it's final attack.
Molested by a god again,
Only life will it take,
Until the day which it subsides,
Admitted it's a mistake.
Damned by the words of non-believers.