The Red Moon – Ayame Shiokazu

blood and flesh
moon may grow red
and my hands shaking
your blood it shall harvest

my blade uppon you
it asks for your blood
shall i give it to her?

bloodlust, oh mad feeling
my fair and defenseless victims
their souls i may  release away

oh bloodlust, mad bloodlust
red may be my night moon
ah mad urge, mad urge.
my anger shall be satisfied,