Crimson Mourning

The scarlet morning
A crimson warning
Your air, it grows so thin.

It is a scarlet morning
The sun is forming
Yet your vision grows so dim.

In this scarlet morning
The earth lies dawning
This fight you cannot win.

The sun it sets
Upon these debts
Peace is yours once more.

The scarlet mourning
Is now dawning
My air, it grows so thin.