«P R O L O U G E»

Once the moon becomes new,
The king shall look upon the blood,
And choose who shall have his brood,

But the first one to hatch,
Shall take the kings throne,
The birds of all,
Shall look upon the new light,

And run when the mourning wolf cries,
Such tears keep the colorful gaze away,
The blood dies a lowly death.

Light and the moon are one and the same,
Shall the sun fight or shall blood spill?

This is the story of Killer, the one who is tamed by the moon.