Yes, the northern skies shall witness
The rising of the scarlet moon,
From behind the blackened landscape
Of frozen Nordic wastes,
Transformation of mountainous scenery,
To an eerie shade of crimson.
No longer a pale grey moon,
But one of fresh pure blood.

Beams of luminescence fall no more to earth,
Tears of mourning flow...and weeping.
Yes, sadness envelopes the land.
Soon, eternity's gates open wide,
And time shall be no more.

Generations await the sentence
For passing though life of
Do what thou wilt!

Alas, a tragedy has befallen!
Thus now reconsider...or,
Consume the wine of wrath...