Washed by the Lunar Light
 
 Listen to them screaming in silence
 
 Under the Lunar Flare
 
 Their eyes are glowing
 
 They're singing a song
 
 For the broken hearted
 
 They're crying at the wind
 
 That carries my weeps through the air
 
  
  Spread your blood in velvet sheets
 
 And lie on them with tyranny
 
 Blessings whispered through the air
 
 Bouncing and healing your despair
  
 
 Lang the tears from my skin
 
 Dry them down, let me be…
 
 Bite this orchid, make it bleed
 
 Make it suffer, make it weep…
  
 
 Under the Lunar Light
 
 Listen to them screaming in silence
 
 Under the Lunar Flare
 
 Their eyes are glowing
 
 They're singing a song
 
 For the broken hearted
 
 They're crying at the wind
 
 That carries my weeps through the air
  
 
 Oh, fairy godmother fly
 
 For my prayers should not be forsaken
 
 Make them a spell, make my angel rise
 
 Or take me with you - to the darkness of the shadow land
  
 
 I'm sick of the hope to meet you again
 
 Sometime, somewhere in another world
 
 I was praying for you
 
 But my God was never there -and my angel now is dead