The silver moon
in a blood red sky
over the fields
of tears
The clock ticks words
"To late for mercy"
Seeing all laid before it
Cry for the dead
Haunting to his grave
Forever in his eyes
in blood red skys
the moon.
The silver moon in a blood red sky over the fields of tears The clock ticks words "To late for mercy" Seeing all laid before it Cry for the dead Haunting to his grave Forever in his eyes in blood red skys the moon. |
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