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The face of the scarlet moon

The shadows of night fill’d the valleys

And the sea aroused falleth asleep

Delight awaketh delight is rousing

With the fear in the eyes of the heathens

"the moon runneth red

As the knife on their necks

Floweth with scarlet of our sins"

(inquisitor)

The pale moonlight on humanity

Graveyard

Lights the death of another being

So damn or be damned!!!

Little I know about the day

And I know nothing about the honest

My only sin was to be a man

Forgetting the bitterness of scriptural way

"The moon runneth red

As the knife on their necks

Floweth with scarlet of our sins"

(inquisitor)

The pale moonlight on humanity

Graveyard

Lights the death of another being

...little I know about the day

I've built this darkness ages ago

And now I’m drinking to thee: cheers fools!

Thy prayers for mercy every night

In a day worse than gnomes you are indeed!

So, once again here`s to you heathens!...