• Pulling down the curtain,
    You realize 'they're watching',
    As the sun goes down,
    The moon rises,
    It brings in the cold,
    despair,
    and harmony,
    you need.

    Wish on the moonlight,
    It's not gonna be there for long,
    I have time,
    Or do I?

    What is this curtain that blocks my view,
    this curtain that stains my hands red,
    the horrible smell of rot,
    decay,
    blood....


    I change the time,
    power,
    harmony has left,
    I have become this,
    this creature...