In the end is just a flatter.
Once wa said  it start with us.
"Us" who? a man would ask.
But it's not about an "us" we know,
It's about the beginning of the flow.
The world gets thirsty, wild and rampant.
Insanity all over the place.
The Blood Moon have conquered the sky,
Judging mortals on her whim.
The war has started.
The night is long.
The Blood Moon demands another soul.
Oh you wrathful fate,
Why are you torturing me?
I'm so punny and you know.
You just want to see me like a rat,
Chased and laughed by your soldier of death.
And for what?
Take your women and just go!
I''ll just find her tomorrow.