Behold, The Rising Of The Scarlet Moon (Horde)

Yes The northern skies shall witness The rising of the scarlet moon From behind the blackened landscape Of frozen Nordic wastes Transformation of mountianous 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