Fantasy Akatsuki No Sound

Underneath the crimson moon, whispers rise and fall,

Echoes of a melody, through the night they call.

Silent shadows dance, on the edges of my mind,

Rhythms of a hidden world, waiting to unwind.

Crimson moon, light up the tune,

Pulse of the night, feel it ignite.

Soundwaves in flight, breaking the gloom,

Under the spell of the crimson moon.

Threads of silver light, weave through the darkened sky,

Music of the spheres, in the air we fly.

Lost in a reverie, where dreams are set ablaze,

Every beat a heartbeat, in this lunar maze.

Crimson moon, light up the tune,

Pulse of the night, feel it ignite.

Soundwaves in flight, breaking the gloom,

Under the spell of the crimson moon.

Step into the circle where the spirits sing,

Bound by the rhythm of the cosmic ring.

Turn around, feel the ground, let your soul resound,

To the mystic beats that are heaven-bound.

Crimson moon, light up the tune,

Pulse of the night, feel it ignite.

Soundwaves in flight, breaking the gloom,

Under the spell of the crimson moon.

As the night fades, the music still plays,

A symphony that the moonlight sways.

Carried away on the winds of the dawn,

The echo of our song lingers on.