Children of the Moon
Your silent inertia..
The poised ataraxy..
Calls upon the wilder side of our soul..
The beast sleeping in the depths..
Hidden from the world..
Veiled by the false sense of serenity..
Howles to be let out..
It claws and scratches..
Pulling on its chains..
To break free..
We are no longer calm..
No longer...
The poised ataraxy..
Calls upon the wilder side of our soul..
The beast sleeping in the depths..
Hidden from the world..
Veiled by the false sense of serenity..
Howles to be let out..
It claws and scratches..
Pulling on its chains..
To break free..
We are no longer calm..
No longer...