Secrets Of The Moon - Exhibitions in the Grey Zone lyrics

"Scribere proposui de contemptu mundano Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur Mors venit velociter que neminem veretur Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur Ad mortem festinamus peccare destinamus" Silhouettes in grey shape Have seen another winter coming They learned to walk ecretly Their faces straight to the sun Show them This contemptuous kind In the grey of the sky Without a word of mourning They yearn for one more beam of light This lavish grace of darkness Is god before it dies Floating through spirals of endless latitude Hailing the icon yet unspoken On the instant of waking There is splendour in their chants