Nightfall

Nightfall

- The Shepherd Of Our Wandering

Mooneye flits across the skies, among the stars,

Gazing at us through the night.

Its apparent absent stare, so uneasy,

Splendid is this pale light.

And blind crowd swallowed by blackness is lost in itself,

Fearful of its opening eyelid.

And Nightfall's coming, as the shepherd

of our Wandering around.

Cold pale light is bringing a few beams to purify

When sun took away the day to the nowhere

Defectless space liberates us finally

By order of new dawns, by order of new dusks.

Closed in little space, worms are buckin from deep pits

And mooneye is observing, in everlasting silence

Those, who are dominating, blind kings with loudest voice.

Closed in little space, worms are bucking from deep pits.

And the worms are bucking from deep pits

And the mooneye, apparently so impassive

Is Floating through defectless space

And the mooneye isopening wide, by the nightfall

Mooneye, is opening...

And the mooneye is opening wide by the nightfall

...by coming nightfall

Mooneye flits across the skies... ...eyelid.

And the Mooneye, apparently so impassive

Is floating through defectless space.