F.S.D.M ( Freezing Suns Dying Moons ) A birth of suns i've seen Burning teenacious mist A birth of moons Battling with the darkness.
I've heard their songs Where they calling each other Seeking each other But will never find.
World is a carousel You're looking for something That you will never find Never and nowhere As far as you're getting closer it escapes.
Howl unreally loud Unite the lunar and solar light You'll go blind So they will be found. Heat and cold, ice and fire Thou shalt be with me At the crossroads of worlds At the intersection of contraries.