Moira

Tears of blood, clouds hide the sun
The day goes black in my arms
Pain and love, the science of the world
Tears of blood fill my heart

Dry your eyes, the son will rise tomorrow
Born in blood, all must fall
Kill her, kill her

Mountains arise, the cities die
By the power of the will and mind

Drown my soul within your lips
The Scars of what might have been