O when the blood moon lights the sky, O when the blood moon lights the sky, O Lord, I want to be in that number when the fire burns up high.
O when the saints go marching in, through time and space, through dark and bright, O Lord, I want to be in that number, bathed in the crimson light.
10752 x 7168 pixels, PNG format. AI-Collaborative Art, March 2025.