Year of the Red Moon

Trapped in eternity and seems too long
Embalmed for centuries in leather and stone
My faded memories I can’t recall
Do I still live? Am I young or old?
I climbed a mountain when time was young
To face the old one
From distant stars
My faith was feeble
My prayers died
One look and his eyes of fire
Got me petrified
Now I wait for you
Will you come and free me?
Time and space stand still
(Since the) year of red moon
Three hundred thousand years
Inside a crypt
My only company, madness and dreams
If you can hear me my time is running low
Try not to listen of things you shouldn’t know