The Blood Divine. Moonlight Adorns. Zeneszám

Now that the sun's trueness has waned
Now that the sun turns our skin red
Comfort me.

I miss the joy in your smiling face
As starved of leaves, the trees cry out
To the cruel poison sky.

All screaming to the cruel poison sky
Cry out.

Now that the sun's trueness has waned
Now that the sun turns our skin red
LISTEN...


Moonlight
adorns the
snow-filled churchyard
Misery never dies
As those memories never die.

Now that the sun's trueness has waned
Now that the sun turns our skin red
Now that our beautiful sun is burning us
Now that our beautiful mother is almost dead.