Variations in Red - Gazebo

As I cross the wooden bridge

Bated breath, foam in the mist

I stop and give a glimpse behind me

Was it my imagination?

Can’t believe I’m here to tell

What I saw is worse than hell

No beast can beat this monstrosity

Was it my imagination?

Drakul

Shades of different tones of Red

Bright to the darkest bordeaux

Fade and dry on dirty floors

Wood dust lost in variations in red

Turning bodies inside out

Impaled corpses, silent shouts

Pain is the only key to all his anger

Was it my imagination?

Centuries will pass us by

But you still hear souls that cry

From that castle in Transylvania

Was it my imagination?

Red, the only sign of life

Sparks in the darkest tones of

Grey over dying ash

Pulsing slowing, variations in red

Red like Passion

Red like Blood

Red like Love