I am the last breath of the moon upon the passing seasons... Fades the rising sun of doom at blood of death and treason... Digging the final skull of God from quest of truth and reason... Roaming upon these lonesome miles - freedom remains my prison... +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+
The night is growing really dark, the wind is blowing strong...Whereon the blue-birds in the sky roam numb with silent tongues...There walking down the path I saw
alone I've traveled long;
Some autumn leafs, some summer streets - some rain will bear my song...