Here's the sunset burning crimson skies
Whipping fire wounds along the land
Dropping copper coins where river lies
Into depth one failed to understand
Better sleep than to awake in pain
Bitter truth not better than sweet lies
Hug the ground amidst the blooming May
Free-ze your heart beneath November skies
Night is not forever, heil the dawn
Whiter eagles sharpening the wings
There's your name is proudly enthroned
Where the suns continuously leak
Crimson skies
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