Washed by the Lunar Light Listen to them screaming in silence Under the Lunar Flare Their eyes are glowing They’re singing a song For the broken hearted They’re crying at the wind That carries my weeps through the air
Spread your blood in velvet sheets And lie on them with tyranny Blessings whispered through the air Bouncing and healing your despair
Lang the tears from my skin Dry them down, let me be… Bite this orchid, make it bleed Make it suffer, make it weep…
Under the Lunar Light Listen to them screaming in silence Under the Lunar Flare Their eyes are glowing They’re singing a song For the broken hearted They’re crying at the wind That carries my weeps through the air
Oh, fairy godmother fly For my prayers should not be forsaken Make them a spell, make my angel rise Or take me with you – to the darkness of the shadow land
I’m sick of the hope to meet you again Sometime, somewhere in another world I was praying for you But my God was never there -and my angel now is dead