It was the start of this all It was the stars aligned horribly wrong It was the bottom of the fall It was the winds that spat their savage tongue
It was the hunt and the moon It was the life and death, when circles moved It was the lack of love and caress It was the hand and the call of Ares
But now, who can ever heal these wounds? And how? When I'm surrounded like the walls around Herod's palace
And the things that kept me sane Are safety locked to hide them from the mind deranged
It was the sights, they grew dim It was the things that you could never see It was the witness of the frights It was the road that led to such delights Ooh, the delights
And though I tried to change those wicked ways I keep coming back for more Like the veins that bled for days The twisted vine still grows
Just the moon and I When the stars won't shine At the serpent's sight They'll writhe As the moment dies Cut the air like scythe When the velvet night Folds all the life
Only owls, they see Slick misery In the wreckage Of the Self The deadly bite And the predator's rite Reside in the mask I hide
But now, who can ever take the blame? And how? When there's so much at stake
Just the moon and I When the stars won't shine At the serpent's sight They'll writhe As the moment dies Cut the air like scythe When the velvet night Folds all the life
These eyes only see Slick misery In the wreckage of those lives The deadly bite And the predator's rite When the blood ran Through the velvet night
It was one of those nights It was the one when the moon did not shine It was the reign of enemies It was the surface of repressed memories
Just like that moon, their faces haunt me
Every drop still warms the ground I walk Every drop of splashed blood Every puddle spreading like ill health Every time I couldn't save myself
Only the moon They writhe Only the moon and I Writhe...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.