Mechanical Moth Prophecy Of The Moth
Walking with the toxic winds
leading the world
to end and to new
until the prophecy comes true
Walking with the wind
talking without words
in a world of change
pure souls will be
feeling pain and holding hand
fighting for a misty fate
sacred heart of truth
and hard to foreseen
Walking on a lawn of gold
talking to distant souls
drowned in blue seasons
an existence to fullfill
let the fears flow
to surrender my fate
and deny your darkest part
for salvation of your heart
