Blood red eyes
A feral rage
Anger and tensions rise
As the days age
Through the bowels of hell
Eternal bonds broken and bent
Following what is known so well
A familiar smell, a drawing scent

Blood Red Moon above
The closer he gets
The more urgency is lent
He spots his prey
Now he will stay
His despair is spent
Through the darkness he roamed
Through crypts and catacombs
Back again in the world above
Once again he’s found his love.