Then moon runs red
Blood has been spilt
Death has taken his place
Among the bodies
He knows not why
He knows not how
He knows who
He will make amends
I will run
The moon runs red this night
Destruction has been foreseen
It will happen
Sooner than you think
The moon will run red once more
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