On this bloody night
Walking past the dreadful night,
I look above the tall pines
Swaying with the breeze.
I see the Blood moon
Glaring back with a dreadful smile,
Along with its cracks and crease,
Staring with a sinister fright
On this bloody night.
I look around me, and I see them,
Fallen, over and all over the place;
Looking at the blood moon’s face—
Glaring back with hollow eyes
Taunting at people with their mace,
With its bloody smile and face,
No condolences at the plight
On this bloody night.
I glare back at the bloody moon—
Returning back a sinister glare.
I dared to spit at my deity
And curse at its stare!
I speak, “WHY ONLY ME FOR THE SPARE?!”
But the blood moon just glared—
With a sinister smile and stare,
Leaving me to rave; without my subordinates,
Under the crimson moonlight,
On this bloody night