Behold The Rising Of The Scarlet Moon

The northern skies shall witness
The rising of the scarlet Moon
From behind the blackened landscape
Of frozen nordic wastes

Transformation of mountianous scenery
To an eerie shade of crimson
No longer a pale grey Moon
But one of fresh pure blood

Beams of luminescence fall no more to earth
Tears of mourning flow and weeping

The sadness envelopes the land
The eternity's gates open wide
And time shall be no more

Generations await the sentence
For passing though life of
Do what thou wilt

Alas
A tragedy has befallen
Thus now reconsider
Or consume the wine of wrath