The Blood Moon rises this coming Sunday. I read an article about it. Wrote a song based on the text: https://phys.org/news/2025-09-blood-moon-total-lunar-eclipse.html. Called it "Blood Moon Rising"
Blood Moon Rising is a celestial journey woven through the innovative lens of cybernetic fusion-a bold blend of ancient ancestral echoes and cutting-edge electronic soundscapes. Inspired by the vivid imagery of the March 2025 total lunar eclipse, this track captures the haunting beauty of a crimson moon as it rises over Asia, Africa, and beyond. Drawing from the spirit of ancient Celtic and Mediterranean traditions, the song features evocative lyre-like plucks and droning harp tones, reminiscent of long-lost rituals, seamlessly fused with pulsating modern beats and ambient synth pads. The result is a hypnotic sound that feels both timeless and futuristic, pulling listeners into the cosmic dance of Earth, moon, and stars. Perfect for stargazers, dreamers, and those who feel the pull of the universe's mysteries.
https://adamsweet.bandcamp.com/track/blood-moon-rising
(Verse 1)
Under the stars, where the night unfolds,
A crimson glow in the sky takes hold.
From Asia's plains to Africa's shore,
The moon turns red, like tales of lore.
The sun and Earth in a cosmic dance,
Cast a shadow, a fleeting trance.
At seventeen-thirty, the world holds its breath,
A blood moon rises, defying death.
(Chorus)
Blood moon rising, painting the night,
A scarlet dream in the soft starlight.
No glasses needed, just lift your gaze,
The heavens burn in a mystic blaze.
Blood moon rising, oh, can't you see?
The sky's alive with eternity.
(Verse 2)
In Canberra's glow or Colombia's skies,
The moon turns red as the evening flies.
Europe catches a glimpse at dawn's first light,
While the Americas sleep through the night.
Scattered rays through the atmosphere bend,
Red waves linger where blue ones end.
A fleeting moment, yet ancient and grand,
The moon's bold hue grips the heart of the land.
(Chorus)
Blood moon rising, painting the night,
A scarlet dream in the soft starlight.
No glasses needed, just lift your gaze,
The heavens burn in a mystic blaze.
Blood moon rising, oh, can't you see?
The sky's alive with eternity.
(Bridge)
Milligan chases the sun's embrace,
Through eclipses, he's run the race.
But this blood moon calls, a prelude to more,
To August's shadow in twenty-six's core.
From Spain to Iceland, the skies will align,
A total eclipse, a moment divine.
Yet tonight we stand, beneath the red glow,
Where dreams and cosmos forever flow.
(Chorus)
Blood moon rising, painting the night,
A scarlet dream in the soft starlight.
No glasses needed, just lift your gaze,
The heavens burn in a mystic blaze.
Blood moon rising, oh, can't you see?
The sky's alive with eternity.
(Outro)
So look to the heavens, let wonder take flight,
The blood moon rises this Sunday night.
A fleeting marvel, a cosmic art,
It stains the sky and it stirs the heart.
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