Crafteon - What the Moon Brings lyrics

I hate the moon In the spectral summer of narcotic flowers And humid seas of foliage I walk by the shallow crystal stream Resistless to the currents of strange oceans Swirling away under the arched, carven bridge Lotos blossoms float along like calm, dead faces Dropped down from the howling winds of the opiate night The blossoms stare back with sinister resignation What the moon brings, what the moon brings I run right along the shore, maddened ever by the pressing fear Of unknown things and alluring charnel faces Down from the lunar-brightened sky, a black condor descends Upon the reef, beginning to emerge with the ebbing tide Up from the depths, black spires surface on the sea Revealing ancient towers of the past: dead, dripping city Electrifying my body, a new chill washes over me As the waxing moon unveils the secret of the spires Jutting from the waves, neither reef nor city But a black basalt crown of a Cyclopean horror Shrieking, I fear the hidden face will rise above the waters To escape I plunge into the stinking shallows where now I sleep I hate the moon