Banho de Sangue

The light of the Sun warms me
The wind blows my skin
And fills me with air
White woods in my steps

The light of the Moon grows
Majestic and crimson, shining in the air
Covering the look, dyeing my home in red
Bad omen, harbinger

Of a bath of blood
A bath of pain
The lights turn off
Bringing the numbness
To another bath of blood
Rebirths in outcry
The night consumes the sky
Splits the veil

And the Moon spills itself over me
In a bath of blood