Black Moth

Here we are under the stars

Empty as dead brothers in arms

Through straw and mud the clay and blood

The law of the claw the claw of god

Awaiting the sun that herald of fire

Trenches deep deep in the mire

Never leave without honour within

Brothers in arms take care of your kin

A coal black moth to take their place

Wrapped in snow and twilight faith

Preparing for the undertow

A laying of flowers where the willed winds blow

In the dead of night in the eye of the storm

Drugged by the incense of a bloody dawn

Here we are under the stars

Empty as dead brothers in arms