Red Moon RiseThe moon covered himself with his carmine robe last nightIts color so blood red...As if someone had torn of the angels' wingsand with their blood painted the moon red.But it's not the blood of angelsIt's human blood.Human hatered creates a wound on the human heartsA scar that does not heal, that bleeds forever.Blood drips from the cutfilling the mighty chalice.And when the time comesthe chalice overflowsonto the moon.And there it is.The red moon rises.Once again has the bloodform human sufferinggiven the moonits bright red glow.