Dark hooded figure follows north
Blood on the moon leading me up the trail
I trudge forward, seeking the last of my sanity
Darkness surrounding, grinding and crushing
Huge steps forward
As the light tightly takes hold of me
Drifting in the glow that you've left behind
Moths follow your burning trail
The blood flows down from above
The floods come in a wall of red
It burns as it tastes your soul
The death of all you know
It all comes back from seed you've sewn
Overgrown to protect the core
Vine and thorn draw the blood of new flesh
Dust and bone, nothing left to decay
Seas of death calm the tide of man
A silver star marks the thousand year curse