Under the weeping moon
I lay weakened
With a broken soul
Gazing into the black thin air
And I see the path
Of my future to come
As the visions of my dream
Drown in the blackened cold
Covered with bleeding soars
I curse the stars
Aches like condemned man
Attack my soars
Helpless and cursed
With in the burning darkness
I see my soul drowning
In the prison
Of the blackened cold
As I fight for thee
To free my soul
With in the burning darkness
I hear the whispering
In the wind
I curse the silence
In your words
Therein lies my weakness