Tis a dark hour when the moon rises
Casting its cold shadow over our bleak house
I sit, resting in its pale aura
But unlike the cold moon my heart beat of a raging fire
One full of hatred and deciet
With every pulse I grow farther and farther away from my faith Because sitting in this moonlight I can hear him calling,
"Come hither"
"Come hither"
Through the fire within I race towards the moonlight
Only to be stopped by the lord himself
In this moonlight I cry out, "I am not to be stopped by thee, lord!" Tis then I jump
From the balcony railing I sat upon
Falling the Lord warns me of my fate
But I am not worried because the fire in me is starting to die
The torment would Freeing me of the burden of second chances As the ground comes near I can't help but smile
Even as I displeased the Lord
For the moonlight knew what was best