• In the light of the Moon,
    A heart still beats.
    A tempo to the music of angels.
    They sing a dark song,
    Dark as the sky,
    With no stars.
    Dark as the ink that flows trough that heart,
    That covers the pages of death.
    Then a white hand comes,
    And picks you up,
    To carry you away,
    From here many black hands appear in the white face so near,
    To you they hold you back,
    In the distance is a light,
    Of black you see the face once more,
    Before you are swallowed away,
    From this you can’t see a light anymore,
    But you know it will come by night.
    For it is day,
    And no light will,
    Stay you must to get away.
    So the angels sing a dull black song,
    And one heart beats in the light of the moon,
    That shows we are bound between the pages of death,
    While the white hand goes and leaves you,
    Alone but will come tomorrow again.
    Together forever,
    Forever together.