<center>If black could be crimson
Then this night surely could
A night fit for devils and demons
To work what they would
For blood indeed, does turn black
As naturally it should
And the dead speak to us e'er more softly
‘Til …no more is understood
Voices to silence…
Friends turn their back
Chaos and violence…
Crimson to black
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