اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Child Of The Moon you call me softly
In thunder red across the sky
Night's purple legion lingers across me
Like the darkness in your eye
Kiss of Oblivion, wind and shadow
Silhouetted here deep inside
Child Of The Moon walking softly
Always beyond the place I lie
My window wall and cage removes me
from the fields where you dwell alone
The Sharpened Claws of Nightfall leave me
Bleeding tears upon this bed of stone
Sitting up, just seeking blindly
To know your will, my questions drone
Child Of The Moon on a sheet of starlight
You and I will be as one
