Twilight Spread across the sky The lunar lustre Speaks to me In the canopy of trees The nocturnal whisper of the wind, Is dancing, misty I’m sending upon the sky The last summer’s gasp No Devoted to an illusion Where the cross lit up Where The wounds don’t heal up Where the voice doesn’t rest Stripped from hope Tears out a scream from the breast Your son is dead Dead Twilight Spread across the sky The lunar lustre Speaks to me