Follow me, lover

When blood of scarlet drips from you
And death seems to pray on foes
Flee my love, don't let it come true

Ravaged from the depths of new
Fire burn, torch the skin, let flow
When blood of scarlet drips from you

Town of charcoal and people slew
Skin picked from bone by beak of crow
Flee my love, don't let it come true

Children cry out as hopes fall through
Mothers pray to great gods, yet know
When blood of scarlet drips from you

And when the sky returns to blue,
And the grass begins to regrow
Flee my love, don't let it come true

Follow me, lover, again pursue
To mountain valleys where moon glows
When blood of scarlet drips from you
Flee my love, don't let it come true