Check us out on YouTube and Spotify! Links on profile page, or search for Runtime Studios! Thanks for listening! The moor stretched wide beneath a veil of cloud. We walked in silence. We walked unwatched. Then the sky cracked open… and the red light found us. We left the ruins as the sun went down, Open ground for miles, no walls, no town. Grass bent low beneath a quiet wind, No reason yet to fear what hid within. The map said cross by night, be through by dawn, A simple path — just keep your weapons drawn. But the clouds began to part like something planned, And crimson light spilled out across the land. Blood moon rising, blood moon run, The howling starts and it can't be undone. Blood moon rising over empty ground, They already know us by our sound. The first shape moved where the tall grass swayed, Too fast, too low for the light we made. Then another broke across the ridge, A shadow poured like oil from a bridge. Eyes like embers in a line of black, We counted six — then lost count looking back. No trees to climb, no stone to hold, Just open land and the moon blood-cold. Blood moon rising, blood moon run, The pack is closing and we've come undone. Blood moon rising over empty ground, No walls to hold — we are the hunting ground. The cleric fell before he spoke a prayer, Jaws like iron tore him from the air. The ranger turned to loose a silver shaft— But the wolf was through him, front to back. Steel means nothing, faith means less, Just meat and marrow in the wilderness. Run. Run. Run. There is no dawn beneath a blood-red sun. Two of us left on a broken stride, Lungs on fire, nowhere left to hide. I heard her scream somewhere behind my back, Then only footsteps — mine — against the black. The grass was red, the earth was slick, Every breath a blade, every heartbeat sick. I swore I saw the treeline up ahead— But the moon just laughed and painted it red. Blood moon rising, blood moon run, No prayer is heard, no battle's won. Blood moon rising — ancient, red, It lights the feast of the endless dead. Blood moon rising, blood moon run, The last of us falls — the hunt is done. The moor stretched wide beneath the red… Silent now. Fed. Track #9 in the Harrowed Roads series. You can find the playlist on my profile page or HERE: https://suno.com/playlist/2a0314ea-7e02-441d-8431-d6f9b747b0a8
