• A moon of blood
    Hanging high above
    As wars are fought
    And lives are caught

    A father at war
    Fighting for a home
    Of love and more
    His son to roam

    A moon of blood
    Hanging high above
    As wars are fought
    And lives are caught

    A man with no love
    Rushing to move
    From this life on
    To a existence of non

    A war of lives
    Struggling to survive
    In the death and fighting
    Pain and quiet of war.

    A woman at home fears
    For the lives for those dear
    As the boots ring
    The doom they bring

    A moon of blood
    Hanging high above
    As wars are fought
    And lives are caught

    The soldiers march
    Through a captured arch
    The city fought
    The people caught

    The moon of blood
    Hanging high above
    As wars are fought
    And lives are caught.