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Fuck Knows (F.K.) - Red Moon
a red moon rises
in the northern sky
dead eyes stare
at oblivion here
crystal sun darkens
with unholy might
shadowing the aura
the giver of life
frenzy and fire lie
deep within its heart
where no prayer shall reach
here alone and safe
born from ashes of decadence
crimson red of dark ages
the gates of hell burn bright
deep in the void, sinful, in spite
god of pain, of endless night
rid this world's disgusting plight
kill their hope, their will to endear
torment them all for a thousand years
devour the dying purge the weak
under your spell maddening as hell
the faithful in silent anguish scream
leave us death in your mournful wail
watch as the purists on high
fall from their grace
and stain all that is holy
welcome the darkness and see
with hatred its power grows
kneel before the dead throne
envelope darkness complete
in malice its hunger grows
tortured angels will weep
in tyranny its wisdom grows
as searing truths will reveal
a blood moon rises
in the winter sky
hidden by the trees
mysterious - it leaves
haunting my soul
in a raging glow
shine upon me
your deathly light
in the northern sky
dead eyes stare
at oblivion here
crystal sun darkens
with unholy might
shadowing the aura
the giver of life
frenzy and fire lie
deep within its heart
where no prayer shall reach
here alone and safe
born from ashes of decadence
crimson red of dark ages
the gates of hell burn bright
deep in the void, sinful, in spite
god of pain, of endless night
rid this world's disgusting plight
kill their hope, their will to endear
torment them all for a thousand years
devour the dying purge the weak
under your spell maddening as hell
the faithful in silent anguish scream
leave us death in your mournful wail
watch as the purists on high
fall from their grace
and stain all that is holy
welcome the darkness and see
with hatred its power grows
kneel before the dead throne
envelope darkness complete
in malice its hunger grows
tortured angels will weep
in tyranny its wisdom grows
as searing truths will reveal
a blood moon rises
in the winter sky
hidden by the trees
mysterious - it leaves
haunting my soul
in a raging glow
shine upon me
your deathly light
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