It was the night of the blood moon
Faces all looked skyward
Nothing after this night 
would ever be the same
It was the night of the blood moon
Heartache was the byword
Loving after this night
Would never feel the same
She'd split and left him broken,
Bleeding on the floor
He'd begged for mercy time again
begged until his throat was sore. 
It was the night of the blood moon
Cold and crisp and clear
Like the 13th bottle of cheap tasteless 
**** 
That they try to pass as beer.
It was the night of the blood moon
He's howling for her now
But she don't care
She's made her plan 
His love won't touch her anyhow.