Black Moon Rising Crazy Moon (part II)
As I’m walking through the night I’m chasing down the glowing eye ...a need to bathe within it’s light… When I wander where no one else will go _f I come back even I don’t know …feel the mist wrap around my bones… …and I call unto the crazy moon …locked inside this lunar tomb …spit and sin for my crazy moon …bring me forth into my lunar doom As I stalk between the trees Fingers so cold they’ll crack and bleed ..but in it’s light I’ll truly see… I’ll just keep walking till I reach it’s gaze Wandering on though my body shakes with pain …if I die it will not be in vain… …and I call unto the crazy moon …locked inside this lunar tomb …spit and sin for my crazy moon …bring me forth into my lunar doom …and I call unto the crazy moon …locked inside this lunar tomb …spit and sin for my crazy moon …bring me forth into my lunar doom
