Nightfall

Nightfall
- The Shepherd Of Our Wandering

Mooneye flits across the skies, among the stars,
Gazing at us through the night.
Its apparent absent stare, so uneasy,
Splendid is this pale light.
And blind crowd swallowed by blackness is lost in itself,
Fearful of its opening eyelid.

And Nightfall's coming, as the shepherd
of our Wandering around.

Cold pale light is bringing a few beams to purify
When sun took away the day to the nowhere
Defectless space liberates us finally
By order of new dawns, by order of new dusks.

Closed in little space, worms are buckin from deep pits

And mooneye is observing, in everlasting silence
Those, who are dominating, blind kings with loudest voice.

Closed in little space, worms are bucking from deep pits.

And the worms are bucking from deep pits

And the mooneye, apparently so impassive
Is Floating through defectless space

And the mooneye isopening wide, by the nightfall

Mooneye, is opening...
And the mooneye is opening wide by the nightfall
...by coming nightfall

Mooneye flits across the skies... ...eyelid.

And the Mooneye, apparently so impassive
Is floating through defectless space.