Full moon hidden
Behind the dark clouds;
The knight rests here, a place forbidden,
Wounded, under a blood red shroud
Feeling the scorpion's sting
And its venom coursing through his veins;
Hearing the flutter of an angel's wings
As it flees from the darkness' reign.
Elsewhere, a flowing shade
Rushes through the trees,
The silhouette of the young maid
Looking for the one whose soul flees,
Her crystal crown
Askew on her head,
Her burgundy gown
Tearing as she sped.
In the black pitch,
By the light of embers,
The venom making his muscles twitch,
He lay
Full moon hidden
Behind the dark clouds;
The knight rests here, a place forbidden,
Wounded, under a blood red shroud
Feeling the scorpion's sting
And its venom coursing through his veins;
Hearing the flutter of an angel's wings
As it flees from the darkness' reign.
Elsewhere, a flowing shade
Rushes through the trees,
The silhouette of the young maid
Looking for the one whose soul flees,
Her crystal crown
Askew on her head,
Her burgundy gown
Tearing as she sped.
In the black pitch,
By the light of embers,
The venom making his muscles twitch,
He lay