Morning Crimson - Catamenia

Red suns burning slow

Inside the night, soft whispers echo

Tides of darkness flowing like stars

Crimson colours, paint our hearts

Behold the sky so distant and bright

Screams whispered, memories won

We are free to roam, destination never shown

Gaze those in mist, gleam in night

Without battles we dominate

The dying light of eternal grey

Above it all creations fall

Thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the void

Thorns and stones, swords for the moon

Screams whispered, memories won

We are free to roam, destination never shown

Gaze those in mist, gleam in night

Without battles we dominate

Under the clouds, in grace of night

We walk through the ashes and dust

In the failing light of the stormy day

Born out of thorns from dragons kiss

Screams whispered, memories won

We are free to roam, destination never shown

Gaze those in mist, gleam in night

Without battles we dominate