Seasons changing, taking shape
light on the moors upon await
for a darkness to be a
moment's strange.
There's no more time for reasoning
as we bleed by the kiss of dead light
the moment we hold dear.

From all the pain
we were born again
innocent and brave
yet too afraid
let us bleed, together
in autumn's embrace

Red like the rose is the pain
the symbol of our endeavour
the flow within our souls
This time when we burn
the bridges, there's no turning back
deep red flow seals us deep

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