Crimson
Crimson Moon
dark shadow, a whisper in the wind.
Thoughts of you that will never end.
I see the red moon rising the color of crimson.
Crimson the color of blood,
your blood still staining my hands.
Why did it end this way?
Now my sins will never wash away.
Well all that's left is to end the pain
I smile for we'll meet each other again
For it ends with crimson.