Mare

In the shadows it’s crawling
Towards the pale light
In the moonlight
It twists and turns
When the darkness is freezing
From the blood of the moon
And the howling is bleeding your name
From the cold winds of the moon
It’s spreading like rats
In the cold light
It turns into red
In the shadows its crawling
Towards the pale light
In the moonlight
It twists and turns
It’s cold
It’s riding, its riding
The devil in red
It’s crawling, its crawling
A devilish triumph under moon
It’s riding, its riding
The darkness prevails
It’s freezing, its freezing
In the blood of the moon