Under the Rising Moon

An old man sings a note
To the stones of an ancient nook
Prophesy vanity pleasurable greed
All sing a song that will
Dismember you whole
Forget the truth that eyes do hold
Oh moon let the tides be kind
May the day turn to night
May the wind give us flight
An old man sings a note
To the stones of an ancient nook
Prophesy vanity pleasurable greed
All sing a song that will
Dismember you whole
Forget the truth that eyes do hold
Oh moon, oh wind, oh tides
May your song guide us on this night
Oh brother moon is kind
It has blessed this flight
Death brings such soft caress
To creatures of night
We must fly
Oh brother moon is kind
It has blessed this flight
Left to rot in this baron waste
As moon begins to sink
To live another night
We must fly
Oh brother moon is kind
We will take this night
And as the winter storm
Approaches from the north
We must look to the heavens
To find our way back home
And as the winter devours
All of our lives
We will sing under the rising moon
In hope of another night
Death brings such soft caress
To creatures of night
We must fly