the face of the scarlet moon
the shadows of night fill`d the valleys
and the sea aroused falleth asleep
delight awaketh delight is rousing
with the fear in the eyes of the heathens

"the moon runneth red
as the knife on their necks
floweth with scarlet of our sins"

(inquisitor)

the pale moonlight on humanity
graveyard
lights the death of another being

so damn or be damned !!!

little i know about the day
and i know nothing about the honest
my only sin was to be a man
forgetting the bitterness of scriptural way

"the moon runneth red
as the knife on their necks
floweth with scarlet of our sins"

(inquisitor)

the pale moonlight on humanity
graveyard
lights the death of another being

...little i know about the day
i've built this darkness ages ago
and now i'm drinking to thee: cheers fools!
thy prayers for mercy every night
in a day worse than gnomes you are indeed!
so, once again here`s to you heathens!...