Evanescently glare of daytime wilting
Sets a glow nights mercerized finery
What is emptiness? What is vacuity?
Profound blue transmuting to utter black
A barrow within nothingness, within
Swarthiness, within swarthiness
The silence of insanity struggling for
Oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws
Its existence in sore scent enriched
By mellow coldness
Beneath the Moon Scars Above
It is embracing the palsying heart
Like sprouting roots in mouldy ground
They're reaching out into capacious vastness... vastness...
Like talons clawing into weak flesh
Beneath the Moon Scars Above
Whilst yonder night, and all those
Yet to come... It will never stand still ...
And in the distance it wafts fog
And in the distance it wafts
Fog, wafts fog, wafts fog