It was the start of this all
It was the stars aligned horribly wrong
It was the bottom of the fall
It was the winds that spat their savage tongue

It was the hunt and the moon
It was the life and death, when circles moved
It was the lack of love and caress
It was the hand and the call of Ares

But now, who can ever heal these wounds?
And how?
When I'm surrounded like the walls around Herod's palace

And the things that kept me sane
Are safety locked to hide them from the mind deranged

It was the sights, they grew dim
It was the things that you could never see
It was the witness of the frights
It was the road that led to such delights
Ooh, the delights

And though I tried to change those wicked ways
I keep coming back for more
Like the veins that bled for days
The twisted vine still grows

Just the moon and I
When the stars won't shine
At the serpent's sight
They'll writhe
As the moment dies
Cut the air like scythe
When the velvet night
Folds all the life

Only owls, they see
Slick misery
In the wreckage
Of the Self
The deadly bite
And the predator's rite
Reside in the mask I hide

But now, who can ever take the blame?
And how?
When there's so much at stake

Just the moon and I
When the stars won't shine
At the serpent's sight
They'll writhe
As the moment dies
Cut the air like scythe
When the velvet night
Folds all the life

These eyes only see
Slick misery
In the wreckage of those lives
The deadly bite
And the predator's rite
When the blood ran
Through the velvet night

It was one of those nights
It was the one when the moon did not shine
It was the reign of enemies
It was the surface of repressed memories

Just like that moon, their faces haunt me

Every drop still warms the ground I walk
Every drop of splashed blood
Every puddle spreading like ill health
Every time I couldn't save myself

Only the moon
They writhe
Only the moon and I Writhe...