Looking at the pale moon i saw my dreams come true,
with a little air of melancoly planting seeds of destruction,
Come unto me as a morning star that never goes away
A smell of violets falling from the firmament like a orgiastic dance,
And I wonder myself into the deep area of circulation.
A scarecrow passed behind my naked eyes and takes all my angels
for walking in a distant lands that never will be forgotten.
So i felt dawn is a pale moon, fall down like hurting birds without no voice
And suddenly all that scares goes with the fog for a hundred miles away
In the deep down of the oceans and I …
So out of control as you speak so louder and so proud
Just like the voices that never stop crying´
Surrounded for the firmament
And once more time looking at moon
Judgement is open reveiling my pure sadness
That never goes away