There's blood on the moon tonight.
I watched as it rose between the blue hills,
the mist running before it.
There's blood on the moon tonight.
I prayed as it rose
that my loved ones would be spared.
Theres blood on the moon tonight.
Wringing my hands to wash out the sins
as I walked in its obliterating path.
Septembers Bloody Moon; shall it always be so?
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