Beneath The Moon Scars Above کے بول

Evanescently glare of daytime wilting Sets a glow nights mercerized finery. What is emptiness? what is vacuity? Profound blue transmuting to utter black. A barrow within nothingness, within Swarthiness, within swarthiness The silence of insanity struggling for Oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws. Its existence in sore scent enriched By mellow coldness Beneath the moon scars above It is embracing the palsying heart, Like sprouting roots in mouldy ground, They're reaching out into capacious vastness... vastness... Like talons clawing into weak flesh. Beneath the moon scars above Whilst yonder night, and all those Yet to come... it will never stand still ... And in the distance it wafts fog. And in the distance it wafts Fog, wafts fog, wafts fog