The blood of the moon falls but rare.
And from it a suffering man can never know.
A herald of a storm to come.
A time of turbulence and despair.
But know that this moon,
like all others shall wane.
And the next shall wax.
The blood of the moon falls but rare.
And from it a suffering man can never know.
A herald of a storm to come.
A time of turbulence and despair.
But know that this moon,
like all others shall wane.
And the next shall wax.
Zebra Pig 