Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground, collecting the tragedies still Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind carried my cross to the hill
And how I lust for the dance and the fire deep of the nectarine sunset to drink spill me the wind and its fire to steal of the colors – I'm the moonshield
Shattered hope became my guide and grief and pain my friends a brother pact in a blood-ink penned declare my silent end
Naked an dying under worlds of silent stone reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone