Children Of the Moon

Waiting screams - echoing in world, howls,
our voices in darkness so complete, howls,
stars bring some pale light, echoing howls...

Soon our reason of being ascends to the sky,
staring, waiting, soon our moon will fly...

It will raise soon, then we howl for the moon,
still, for some unlucky, it will bring the doom...

In the sky, moon as full as only it can be,
in down here, it's children, us, it see...

Outside us, hairs are growing,
howling to the sky, moon is our mother,
inside us, hunger is growing,
howling to the sky, moon is our father...

We see our parents grow, wither and die,
we see cycle of the life, it happens on the sky...

We are beasts of the doom,
we are children of the moon...