Those to whom the summon call
The prior Sun imprison to fall.
Your price is made; your pride creates,
And both your dark and light berates.
Some will run and sum will crawl...
Some on bones will even maul...
On drums of coursest skin can be
And all you will think about is thee.
Will you live or persih; Moon...
...All quarrels, mayhem unite so soon?
Supernatural ammo fire
Until red moon to me inspire.
