[Verse 1]

Stood there leaning to the city moon

Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms

The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque

In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked

[Verse 2]

Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass

With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed

Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl

Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world

[Chorus 1]

He cried for night

But night could not come

So, swept in the shroud

Of misanthropia he went away

[Verse 3]

And fed the empty galleriеs

With the artifacts of the black rain

Sunken into thе shadows

With a dry, sardonic smile

[Chorus 2]

He made the footprints a part of his heart

To rouse a sacred confrontation

[Verse 4]

Stood there carving on the monument to lies

Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil

As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs

He disappears into her cold, icy womb