yes 

the northern skies shall witness 

the rising of the scarlet moon 

from behind the blackened landscape 

of frozen Nordic wastes 

transformation of mountianous scenery 

to an eerie shade of crimson 

no longer a pale grey moon 

but one of fresh pure blood 

beams of luminescence fall no more to earth 

tears of mourning flow 

and weeping 

yes 

sadness envelopes the land 

soon 

eternity's gates open wide 

and time shall be no more 

generations await the sentence 

for passing though life of 

do what thou wilt 

alas 

a tragedy has befallen 

thus now reconsider 

or 

consume the wine of wrath