Mother moon with your silver light
Keep your children in your sight
Until life shade is crimson red
And all who bask in you is dead
Once the dark and moon were together
But then there souls clashed forever
Now there children carry on
Fighting each other till the deadly dawn
Shrieking and killing fill there ears
Like grinding, scraping, rusty gears
Hate and loathing keep them apart
And leave them bleeding, with broken hearts