Lyrics

Beneath the hills where shadows grow,
A crimson light begins to glow.
A haven built on broken dreams,
Where silence hides the children’s screams.

The walls are strong, the gates are high,
A refuge ‘neath a blood-red sky.
Each scar they bear, each tear they shed,
Is cradled here where angels bled.

Children of the crimson home,
Where lost souls gather, never alone.
In blood-stained halls, their laughter rings,
A sanctuary where sorrow sings.

The haunted past, the bitter pain,
Are washed away in crimson rain.
Their voices rise, a fragile choir,
Protected by a burning fire.

The hands that built, the hearts that bled,
A promise sworn, a path they tread.
No harm will come, no fear will stay,
Beneath the crimson home's embrace.

Children of the crimson home,
Where lost souls gather, never alone.
In blood-stained halls, their laughter rings,
A sanctuary where sorrow sings.

The shadows dance, the candles gleam,
A fragile hope, a fleeting dream.
But here they rest, and here they grow,
A place the darkness cannot go.

With hands of steel, with hearts of flame,
They guard the young from grief and shame.
Through every storm, through every night,
The crimson home will be their light.

Children of the crimson home,
Where lost souls gather, never alone.
In blood-stained halls, their laughter rings,
A sanctuary where sorrow sings.

Beneath the hills, their story grows,
A home where love and blood compose.
The lost are found, the broken mend,
In crimson arms, where nightmares end.