Redmoon Passage

Rainwater fills the cracks in the street

Old ghosts are walking on velvet feet

Locked gates and iron we used to climb

Chasing the danger we left behind

And the sky turns red

Where the angels bled (ahhh)

We are walking through the crimson rain

Finding beauty inside the pain

We chose the dark to find the light

And we survived the longest night

Nostalgia is a clever trap (mhmmm)

We are walking through the crimson rain

Finding beauty inside the pain

We chose the dark to find the light

And we survived the longest night

We survived... (we survived the night)