When my killing moon is risen
Their world will never take me
The time is past the falter when
Freedom slips my sombre pen
Dock to dock these mongrels breed
Imagination stirs
Were quaffing morning glories
To soar from Babel's vision
Ghosts of pearly gate remissions
Free from beasts and skewered me
To make their sunken hearts
And the gates to wolves break open then
Back to pack mentality
Red the shore of the roaring sea
My feelings may seem constant prey
They will never desecrate my soul
To make their drunken hearts
Scoffing elder glories
Somewhere the dusk is lining
To run and run and run and run
Are so far lonely constellations
My dreams unroll ten thousand fold
The stars I have grasped
Innovation, innovation
From earthen miseries
Trying from the start
Hosts of most fell forms of greed
For the waves of blood to run and rescue me
The preachers piled their craft
And though loved there's someone is pining
For the waves of blood to run and rescue me
And dying, I depart
The time has come to rise again
Dogs of fogged derision
Forever haunting me
As with any inquisition
Their world will never take me
And dying, I depart
They will never desecrate my soul
Of cutthroat jealousies
A coffin for my stories
But now the winds are strong
Their world will never break me
My spirit bars annihilation
But claws no more will rake me
Pacing, soon to be
Lying from the start
Slit the witch and watch him bleed
My dreams unroll, ten thousand fold
Free from beasts and skewered men
And wishing on those stars
Above and beyond
Those whores have fled to darker days
Freedom, lift thy sewered hem
A coffin for my stories
I have wronged in my position
These creatures of the dark
