Here I sit, stare nothingness through my tears, seeing nothing but a pain,
feeling how life just fall through my fingers, like ashes, without meaning,
tears burning my soul, cutting my eyes, filling me with the numbness...

Here I live when others are hurt, and it hurts me, hurt because of the life,
why I am lucky one, Why I manage to get through that pain, through the sorrow,
all it hurts me, life is so unfair, hurting just like random, hurting innocent...

Here I wonder what have granted me this special favour, power over the pain,
favour to avoid most pain, favour to be as I am, be as so strong as I am,
it hurts me because of the weak, it hurts but I'll survive because I am strong...

Waiting screams - echoing in world, howls,
our voices in darkness so complete, howls,
stars bring some pale light, echoing howls...

Soon our reason of being ascends to the sky,
staring, waiting, soon our moon will fly...

It will raise soon, then we howl for the moon,
still, for some unlucky, it will bring the doom...

In the sky, moon as full as only it can be,
in down here, it's children, us, it see...

Outside us, hairs are growing,
howling to the sky, moon is our mother,
inside us, hunger is growing,
howling to the sky, moon is our father...

We see our parents grow, wither and die,
we see cycle of the life, it happens on the sky...

We are beasts of the doom,
we are children of the moon...