Under the Moonlight of Sins

Lord, where I made it solid Meltdown all these unbreakable fabrics That are cold and detriment in my soul My soul is breathless, helpless Long time it is carrying the cross to Golgotha May I find reassurance in your arms Where you lift the walkless in path of Canaan Darkness torments me it lays its rays of moon fro and to the sky I count the stars in relation to my counts of sins The cold breeze on the moon traps me in its cage The lions roars at me while I ceaseless cry all night and day will I ever be freed from this vacuum where I feel unemotional to all vices