Wisdom inside the bloody moon
Shining against the rusted bells
The mood was almost like a apocalypse
But it was only the beginning near the church
Some say it was lost, crying in the stained glass
They were all different but alive
It was another place that seemed it was once pure
Now, it is isolated wishing the angels would guide us
All of them are, but some humans were afraid
Hopefully, it wasn't spirits with curses on their hands in which they had.