• As the sun begins to set
    And the moon draws nigh,
    All the anguish of my hearts regret
    Is drawn forth into the night sky

    The demons song plays
    And my soul is its voice
    It sings of forgotten yesterdays
    And bitter consequences of a condemning choice

    The song touches the moon
    And I'm illuminated with light
    If only it didn't belong to my demons,
    Perhaps sorrow could be replaced with delight