When the crescent surly rises, i know whar is in...
That part of me hiddin behind the crescent door...

Two years ago you were tooken away.
My debt your were force to pay...

Dear father i am the fallen one.
I am the lost and torn son...

In a far away land as rain falls down.
It turns to ice as it hits the ground...

Running full form through an open field down on...
Tail wagging, hair coming out of all pours...

What is love for me?
Is it just a thing for me to see...