Arc Gotic Spontaneous Embrace With The Moonbeams By The Moors
This silence is so hard to bear
But still words make no sense
This silence is most precious to me
But still I need more
Furnace chords come my way
Voices begging for better days
The city's guilt clouds my mind
People's needs make me laugh
Tonight I slept by the moors
Hidden in the grasses
If only I could feel joy when I'm awake
