The Pinnacle Throne Immersed in Eclipse

The black light of Eclipse

Darkens even the brightest places,

Creeping down from the black sky,

Hunting for those blooming lights

Night once again after dawn,

The horror of dark sun takes deep root

The only owner of the throne,

Blends into the black light

The black light of Eclipse

Dampens her eyelids, beading her lashes

A faint light grazes her lips,

Only to fall and fail to live

Imminent chaos between light and night,

The blood-feast heats up more violently

The hunt is reaching its climax

The eclipse is still young

The darkest light is at its highest,

Blessing the world with fear

Day darker than midnight,

Blood flows over the earth

It feels like an endless night,

Even the moon is still waiting

The fresh scent of dying lives

Excites her hunger for blood

The curse that never ends drives her own blood-craze

The lunacy of the moon devoured the sun to spread

With her hands trembling, with her eyes weeping,

She sits on the throne, immersed in the black light of Eclipse

When the sanguine moon starts to shine in the night sky,

the darkness of the eclipse will be soaked with bloody moonlight

The throne at the pinnacle will stay with sharp eyes,

and she will also stay with her glass of scarlet blood

Under the darkest twilight weeping

The sanguine moon rises over lunatics

What a horrible night to have a curse

Only to be hunted or to hunt again

She is still sitting on the throne yet

Not so far from her own curse

Feeling the sweet scent of death,

She takes a sip from her bloody glass

The curse should be borne forever,

’til the dawn of the end starts to shine

But when the moon hides and the new moon starts,

It is the only shelter for her to rest deeply

The blood moon never understands,

The curse deepens within her dead heart

Still sitting on her throne at the pinnacle,

She bathes in the sanguine moonlight of lunacy

The curse that never ends, drives her own blood-craze

The lunacy of the moon, devoured the sun to spread

With her hands trembling, with her eyes weeping,

She sits on the throne, immersed in the sanguine moonlight

When the sanguine moon, starts to shine in the night sky,

The darkness of the eclipse, will be soaked with bloody moonlight

The throne at the pinnacle will, stay with sharp eyes,

And she will also stay with, her glass of scarlet blood...