The crimson eyed reaper

The lunar is upon us
a single raven cry's his name:
''Bloodlust'' ,it settles in the fog
the powdered crimson sky and eyes that kill

no crucifix can slay, this fleshy beast
with claws that rip and shred,
and are snappy as branches
that clutch a reaping blade

the reaper awaits for his raven
the one that sits upon his shoulder
the one that screetches by his side
''hush now, raven,you'll disturb the crimson sky!''

deathly hallows await for the reaper
as heavens light disturbs the crimson sky
a dirsturbing racket, the raven makes
''hush now raven, i await my fait!''

no quieter is the raven still
a grasp of heaven fades as,
the reaper slashes his blades and screams:
''you at hush now ,raven,you please the crimson sky!''