Lyric

The red moon laughs above the night

A requiem’s voice rolls through the end

At fate’s edge sinking into black

Crimson drops fall, fogging steel like glass

In the red river, countless despairs

Drift and dance beneath the tide

Feed me your heart — let me hear that beat!

At the ball of the ending, flesh will dance, and blood will sing

When I end you with these hands of mine

What will your eyes reflect — terror, or the sweet call of death?

Black flames scorch the land below

From the deep the beasts unleash their cries

Chains of fate wander through the abyss

Rotting at despair’s lowest bed;

Prayers scream and melt into the hollow sky

And vanish into nothingness

A twisted soul cries out!

Hear the depth of its sin and sorrow

In this danse macabre of ruin

The mournful flame of darkness rages on —

Burn until you’re ash, and dance until the end

Scarlet, vivid — the color of blood

What do these red tears tell?

What do your eyes reflect now —

Despair, or the faintest whisper of hope?

Feed me your heart — let me hear that beat!

At the ball of the ending, flesh will dance, and blood will sing

When I end you with these hands of mine

What will your eyes reflect — terror, or the sweet call of death?