~ The Roaring Moon ~

Alluring my eyes, upbeating my bounces, kicking the feathers of the dark in a row Cooling down the heat, making a line for itself, never leaving ashes of fire Giving an enthusiastic view, giving a mere pureness, generously Watch her slightly touching the melodies, watch her giving an upside down to the disharmonies It is the moon that you'll see soon, tell her to make the desert bloom Tell her to plait it with passion, tell her to pierce the desolation through Never ever letting the sombre turn like a hurricane in the sky, determinedly If you side with the somberness, you had better be scared of the punch of the moon She'll use everything 'till her roots in order to eliminate you