Milky moonlight rises
Through age bowed trees,
Humbling the eternally cursed wanderers
To their bloodstained knees.
From the depths of dark forests
Comes the unison cry,
For tonight they shall run
Tonight they shall fly!
No mortal shall enter tonight
No mortal shall dare attempt,
For they hold them in their fire
Fed by the flames of their contempt.
The mortals seek to destroy them
The mustangs of our race,
Those who are free to roam this world
Yet have fallen short from grace.
Though they run in the moonlight
To her they are not slaves,
Night is the path of least resistance
To circumvent those who make their graves.
So tonight they shall run
Race through the woodland tonight,
Through the maze they shall find a way
To let their burdened hearts take flight!
