Astral world sometimes
Crosses with vortex of our life
Someone rolls the dice
And drear blackness begins the strife.
When Sitra Ahra steps the grass
Water turns into wine, then to blood,
Who starts the dance on broken glass?
Red hoods with black hands and no heart.
Earth is scorching in death throes
Moon can't help her, it's dripping
Letha waters are ready for boats
Grim Reapers on the loose, wait whipping.
Drop by drop we are closer to the end,
Last second remember words of Reverend.
020 Blood Dripping Moon
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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