Behold, The Rising Of The Scarlet Moon

Yes

The northern skies shall witness

The rising of the scarlet moon

From behind the blackened landscape

Of frozen Nordic wastes

Transformation of mountainous scenery

To an eerie shade of crimson

No longer a pale grey moon

But one of fresh pure blood

Beams of luminescence fall no more to earth

Tears of mourning flow

And weeping

Yes

Sadness envelopes the land

Soon

Eternity's gates open wide

And time shall be no more

Generations await the sentence

For passing though life of

Do what thou wilt

Alas

A tragedy has befallen

Thus now reconsider

Or

Consume the wine of wrath