Time pass through my head
Blood runs for my mouth
Ruins of my mind goes to the room
Near of the valley of my thoughts

Dark moonlight knows
Why you dont go
Dark moonlight knows
Where did you Wound

My branded soul,
marked by the scar of silence
my self burned to ashes,
which you could die.

The sadness was my pleasure
The darkness in which she lay,
was the sorrow in which I was born.
The dark moonlight knew.