"Grotesque"

Bleeding in the moonlight
It likes to see your own reflection
Screaming in the star light
Bring the sword up for my protection

Stone cold, staring back at me
Looking to the skies
Spiral downwards, in to see
The fire in my eyes

Running, don't be frightened
It will certainly catch up to you
Hear it, and be enlightened
What scares you most is the truth

Blazing fires, in the seas
Glow a crimson black
You have chosen your own disease
Now it's not turning back.