The Red Moon

The moon is dyed with the color red.

Crash, the thunder goes off.

The winds pick up,

The door breaks down.

Crash, the thunder goes off.

A cloaked corpse comes in,

The door breaks down.

The skeleton hands put me in a trance.

A cloaked corpse comes in,

His red eyes shows from the shadow of his cloak.

His skeleton hand puts me in a trance.

He pulls a scythe from his back.

His red eyes shows from the shadow of his cloak.

The winds pick up.

He pulls a scythe from his back,

The moon is dyed with the color red.