Morning  Crimson  -  Catamenia

  Red  suns  burning  slow

  Inside  the  night,  soft  whispers  echo

  Tides  of  darkness  flowing  like  stars

  Crimson  colours,  paint  our  hearts

    Behold  the  sky  so  distant  and  bright.

    Screams  whispered,  memories  won

    We  are  free  to  roam,  destination  never  shown

    Gaze  those  in  mist,  gleam  in  night

  Without  battles  we  dominate.

    The  dying  light  of  eternal  grey

  Above  it  all  creations  fall

  Thunderstorm  of  rage,  lead  us  to  the  void

  Thorns  and  stones,  swords  for  the  moon.

  Screams  whispered,  memories  won

  We  are  free  to  roam,  destination  never  shown

  Gaze  those  in  mist,  gleam  in  night

  Without  battles  we  dominate.

    Under  the  clouds,  in  grace  of  night

  We  walk  through  the  ashes  and  dust

  In  the  failing  light  of  the  stormy  day

  Born  out  of  thorns  from  dragons  kiss.

  Screams  whispered,  memories  won

    We  are  free  to  roam,  destination  never  shown

  Gaze  those  in  mist,  gleam  in  night

  Without  battles  we  dominate.