歌词
Looked out this mortal window, beheld a dry mirage.
A black wind was blowin' - pierced the warm facade.
At the very moment my blackened foot touched the earth.
Gonna grab me a tunnel, and command me a berth.
Prometheus bound - suffering on the hour.
Stole a flame, burnt his game-
Dischord's golden apple gone sour.
In this glowing casket there's solace from your gloom-
My Spirit's strength is master inside my Lunar Womb...
Come beside me - twilight fades and night is soon.
What flows inside me is the lifeblood of the waning moon.