Deep Total Eclipse

When the moon turns red

And the dark is just right,
You, screaming in your bed
In the middle of the night,

And like the tears of a poppy
You're drowning in the sand,
Knowing that few was happy,
Knowing that there is an End.

And when the hope itself dies,
Seal your lying poisoned lips;
'Cause behind your vicious eyes
Will be the Deep Total Eclipse.

Damblarin