Saturday 7 March 2009 photo 1/1
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(pic's not mine)
(Alternativt namn: Anxious )
Red Moon
Little one, Wings stained red with blood, What're you doing?
Are you dancing, floating around on the graves of the undead,
Digging holes in the clouds for their flesh,
Flying in the sky of the Red Moon?
Whatever you do, don't fly to close, to close.
The Moon will eat you, eat you alive.
Its invisible mouth of death.
Everywhere.
It's everywhere.
Little one, Eyes black of sins, What're you doing?
Are you swimming, drowning in the poisonous waters,
Listening to the insanity in your head,
Fleeing to the nightmares of the unstable skies?
Whatever you do, don't fly to close, to close.
The Moon will eat you, eat you alive.
Its invisible mouth of death.
Everywhere.
It's everywhere.
Yeah, Don't fly to close.
You'll melt, fade, Disappear.
Without o trace, Nothing left of your miserable self.
Your wings of air will vanish,
Your scream, Ignored, No one will listen, hear.
Helpless, Hopelessly, Falling into darkness, The mother, Oblivion, is there.
Do not wake her up from her sleep. You'll be cursed, eternally.
Yeah, eternally.
So be careful of what you do, little one, Very careful.
Now, What are you doing?
/ No idea what I was thinking...