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.
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