Black Moon Lyrics

Lilith approaches

She's got the key to my dreams

My red moon becomes black

Maybe the world ends today

Because that's my destiny

Chosen by me

I see now the weight of my choices

I could have end It all

I could have tried to change things and raise apocalypse

Again, again and again

I could have hidden and be suffering forever

I could let the world go on without me

But there She was the pale white rose

Such was my grief because

I was her dream

She knew It, father knew It, the world knew It

And You're reading with me:

I red much things as They are and studied everything

I had to be better of anyone else 'cause my intelligence eclipsed the others

No one was able to become a god, so I made the choice

I became It

So I looked into the logical relations of things and analysed

The processes which shaped reality and dreams

Every wonder of life had gone away

Life is only a set of pictures in the mind

There's no difference between reality and dreams

One is the other, eternally

Yet custom induces a superstitious reverence for that which phisically exists

Making us ashamed of our fantasies

So that We forget that the deeds of reality are just as insane and childish and

Even more absurd because their actors persist

In fancying them full of meaning and purpose

As the blind cosmos grinds aimlessy

On from nothing to something and from something back to nothing again

Neither heeding or knowing of the minds that light sparks in the dark

We manage to see how shallow, fickle and meaningless all human inspirations are

How emptily our real impulses contrast with those pompous ideals We profess to hold

But We're used to recourse to our polite laughter

Against the artificiality, boring and suffocating daily life

But still remains the beauty that lies in harmony, and suddenly

You know that all It's fruits of perspective

That harmony is the mother of fulfillment and has no life in the empty cosmos

But in the dreams

We crave so much, if We do not lose the way

She is the key, the fantasy of a child who wants to become a dragon

The arms of his poor loving father

And in the feelings given with a pale rose