Under the glow of the crimson moon’s light, Tides of passion swell, reaching new heights. Each wave a whisper, each surge a call, Under the crimson moon, we give our all. Crimson moon surge, in the velvet sky, Pulling at the heartstrings, where our desires lie. Rushing through the shadows, with the night’s embrace, In the lunar glow, we find our pace. Through the echoes of the night, a silent plea, Waves crash in rhythms, wild and free. Drawn to the moon's mystic allure, In its red light, our spirits soar. Crimson moon surge, in the velvet sky, Pulling at the heartstrings, where our desires lie. Rushing through the shadows, with the night’s embrace, In the lunar glow, we find our pace. As the night deepens, so does the rush, In the moon’s red gleam, a quiet hush. A dance of light across the seas, In the crimson surge, we move with ease. Crimson moon surge, in the velvet sky, Pulling at the heartstrings, where our desires lie. Rushing through the shadows, with the night’s embrace, In the lunar glow, we find our pace. As dawn nears and the moon fades away, The memories of the surge will forever stay. Carried by the tide, under the fading night, The crimson moon’s dance fades into light.