Under the moon that shadows a thousand streets,
our secrets out of temptations reach -
The lost illusions among the darkness they hide in:
The wandering silhouettes
whom the broken confide in.
In luring the desperate they will promise the stars,
down at dawn so we don't see the scars.
Demanding a glance of the one I'd call mine
Hidden from vision by that great
thief we call Time.
Through the echoes from the hills to the shadows in the
Under dark shades of tears, along their furrowed falling path;
In the solemnity of prayer and the dignity of
The circle of life in perpetual decrease.
As the pendulum that swings, defying the law
until man upsets it's core;
So, temporarily can man reality betray,
Still the rules of death must he obey.