Crimson tears of the sky,
Splatter the earth.
From the vain, empty promises of above.
So I see, as I feel, as I hear this blood,
Falling from heaven's door.
Freedom of red, Anger of hate,
I shall never see too late.
So open your eyes, See what you're for,
And push yourself through heaven's floor.
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