Flat Room 2 血月降临之夜

A blood moon hangs beneath the vault of heaven; a crown of thorns casts down its trembling low frequencies. As night spills over the shattered church spires — does your fist resonate with the countless sons and daughters of Huaxia? Then the music rises, and its dull, heavy beat tears open the silence within us both — that is the blood oath you and I have sworn before our lord. When the sound rings out, we go mad for it. Charge into battle at my side, and break through this freak of heaven!