The sins of man
Makes the gods mad
Two deities, brother and sister torn
Between gods and man
These two confront
Ready for battle
They start a war
A very bloody war
Blood spills in the heavens
at the darkness of night
The moon shines crimson
with all the strife
Brother and sister die
The moon turns a black color,
The color of mourning
Deities will be reborn
in the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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