I see a red moon
and I want it painted black
No colour anymore
I want it to be black
I see her priests walk by
dressed in their crimson robes
I have to draw my sword
and cut with it their throats
I see a line of soldiers
and they are all painted red
with spears and shields and helms
all walking over dead
I see men turn in fear
and quickly run away
just a new defeat
it seems to happen every day
I look inside myself
and see my soul is black
I feel a chill of death
and a call comes from the dead
Maybe they flee away
and have not to face the fact
that their Red Emperor
is a stinking, begging rat
No more will my dark soul
give mercy to these bats
I swear "my Humakt"
never surrender but attack
I will fight hard
facing the dying sun
my sword will laugh with me
when the morning comes
This is a song which came up years ago after a gaming session. Back then it occured sometimes that someone picked up a guitar and we started having unplugged parties.
Sergant Hummerbein
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