On the strike of midnight
When the darkness falls
The moon turns red
And so do the stars.

They turn a scarlet and will fall from the sky.
Down will come their sanity.
And humans will die.

So don't try to run
This game will be fun
Can i guess what we'll play?
It'll end in death either way.

And blood will stain the small childs dress.
And another life there will be of less.
They'll scream until their fate has been met.
And the ground will be a lovely red.

On the night when the moon turns scarlet;
Death is sure to befall them.