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Description
The moon covered himself
with his carmine robe last night
Its color so blood red...
As if someone had torn of the angels' wings
and with their blood painted the moon red.
But it's not the blood of angels
It's human blood.

Human hatered creates a wound
on the human hearts
A scar that does not heal,
that bleeds forever.
Blood drips from the cut
filling the mighty chalice.
And when the time comes
the chalice overflows
onto the moon.

And there it is.
The red moon rises.
Once again has the blood
form human suffering
given the moon
its bright red glow.

Description
The moon covered himself
with his carmine robe last night
Its color so blood red...
As if someone had torn of the angels' wings
and with their blood painted the moon red.
But it's not the blood of angels
It's human blood.

Human hatered creates a wound
on the human hearts
A scar that does not heal,
that bleeds forever.
Blood drips from the cut
filling the mighty chalice.
And when the time comes
the chalice overflows
onto the moon.

And there it is.
The red moon rises.
Once again has the blood
form human suffering
given the moon
its bright red glow.