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Washed by the Lunar Light

Listen to them screaming in silence

Under the Lunar Flare

Their eyes are glowing

They’re singing a song

For the broken hearted

They’re crying at the wind

That carries my weeps through the air

Spread your blood in velvet sheets

And lie on them with tyranny

Blessings whispered through the air

Bouncing and healing your despair

Lang the tears from my skin

Dry them down, let me be…

Bite this orchid, make it bleed

Make it suffer, make it weep…

Under the Lunar Light

Listen to them screaming in silence

Under the Lunar Flare

Their eyes are glowing

They’re singing a song

For the broken hearted

They’re crying at the wind

That carries my weeps through the air

Oh, fairy godmother fly

For my prayers should not be forsaken

Make them a spell, make my angel rise

Or take me with you – to the darkness of the shadow land

I’m sick of the hope to meet you again

Sometime, somewhere in another world

I was praying for you

But my God was never there -and my angel now is dead