The scarlet weaver,
Who's hopes grow weaker,
Drives by to lachrymose bay.
He growls and frowns;
And soon he drowns,
To avoid another day.
The Blood Moon
The scarlet weaver,
Who's hopes grow weaker,
Drives by to lachrymose bay.
He growls and frowns;
And soon he drowns,
To avoid another day.
