Colored Rain - Red

Oh spill, and spill, and spilled the sky,
where clouds' torn flesh is rend and cry,
The sun does bite their feeble skin,
and rips from them the wet within,

Collect the drops within the grail,
to drink until the vapors fail,
To love, to lust, to fire, to zeal!
To passion, wine, and nature real!

Now we, all the vampires, rejoice,
at our dear precious bounty,
fallen from our maker's throne,
taken from the precious stone,
Spread thine arms and raise thy voice!

To the razor-edged rosepetal
Drifting slowly downward in jagged paths.
Travel to sink, to sink beneath the bloodied sea,
immersed in a cauldron of unholy lusts.

A myriad of crimson banners,
that proudly descend on air,
In memory of the brave young lads,
whose liquid-patriot blood does fuel the heart
of our dear nation's crimson manner.

Collect the fallen, aged wine,
and place it on thy ancient shrine,
To die! To sleep! To live for life!
A phoenix'd spirit born in strife!