Red moon returns...
 For the blood that dried on the dungeon walls
 For centuries of insidious estrangement
 That witnessed a slow disfigurement of pale faces

 Unfamiliar with perversions to desecrate 
 Their pious deeds

 Red moon returns...
 To rip open the scars of the soul that vowed
 Laid bare for burning
 Like a process of moult

 Sanctified flesh breeds dense crimson fume
 And reeks...

 An eerie procession
 Descending into darkness godforsaken
 Intoning solemn psalms of sadism and malevolence
 Sing to sleep tormented bodies that writhe in horror
 Leave flesh ghastly perished, and screams fading unheard

 Red moon returns...
 Lets the mind be swallowed
 That addicts to claustrophobia
 Thus it is written in unread books...

 And may the bells awake the residual days
 Merely wounds are to be licked
 That weep with blood, not with wine.