Limbonic Art Moon In The Scorpio
A mirror blank ocean above me decoy Superior forces that heal or destroy Take me astray into the moonlight above Through twilight eyes as a spectre shadow It is a time of great light And a great darkness Can't you feel the present Of its phenomenon In an atmosphere supreme Forces dwells in dormancy The essence of its spirit is evil As a curse upon thy name Midnight is the shepherd of mysterious powers And moving shadows in the corner of the eye Moon's blazing intuition Contains what death require Cleanse the doors of perseption See things appear in its true art The cold hands of divinity Will tear thy soul apart Behold the sky above when the moon is in the scorpio A cold bleak light
