Blood Red Moon
by Robert Jones
A flash of light across a blood red moon,
You pray that your life will be ending soon.
Your skin crawls like it knows we're near,
We long for flesh and we thirst for fear.
No one knows why we're made this way,
You crossed our path and we'll make you pay.
We rend your flesh and wear your skin,
When we're done you'll never have been.
Lead us on to your non-believers,
Soon they'll learn why they call us Reavers.
Lead us on to your non-believers,
Soon they'll learn why they call us Reavers.
If your screaming soul can find it's way,
To a peaceful place maybe there you'll stay.
But your bones will bake in an endless noon,
As they spin through space 'round a blood red moon.
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