In dense fogs in the dark night
A call you hear coming from the horizon
Death is coming, the infamous angel cries out for you

Bringing the light at the end of your grotesque path
That you seek to quench your miserable thirst
For any kind of relevance in your life

It will show you everything you desire
And this has become your form of escape
The cold full black Moon guides you

Fishing at night becomes dangerous
You can't see through the fogs
All you will hear will be your death

The moonlight fascinates you, it gets brighter and brighter
You can't control yourself
And you head towards its path

In the face of all this, the white Moon will guide you
To your destiny at the end of the precipice
You will become yet another deluded one

The hypnotizing Moon will kill you
Opening your guts in the infamous night
And this will save you
Your necessary death
The Moon becomes bloody
Becoming food for hungry animals
You are now free from your body