THE RED MOON MACABRE

Lyrics

Fifty winter's in this rocking chair
Watching the rusted gate swinging through time
In my hand a bakelite ring
A promise of love
My darling never came

This gift of mine turned to fractured bone
The smell of rotting antiquity
Cherry red resin
A lovers spell

Hoping for a moment that never began
They told me she, had never cared
Told her to move on, to never see me
Screaming her name into silk pillow tears

First Winter, a glimmer of hope
Second Winter, clutching and pacing
Third Winter, crying in pain
Fourth Winter, let the madness begins

A parcel arrives from the dead
My trembling hands breaks the seal
Inside a twin bakelite band
A lover's dying plea meant for me

Two rings meeting in morbid display
Both brittle broken, turning to dust
My darling is dead, waiting for me
A dagger easily arranges this final fate