Dying Drowning in a barren old forest Cold blood oppressed my soul A gaze upon the twilight sky As I beheld a star fall good Through the wings I was born And there is a sound of a silent storm Entering the wasteland Where no living soul has been found As I hid in a corner of the dark side The moon turns to black Wounds stabbed with a fire Which brings the curse upon the heart A sense of feeling of being born I watched the tips of the moon The black blood shall follow Through the endless night In the twilight skies I see the black moon rising Through the freezing night I follow the sound of the rising moon In the twilight skies I see the black moon rising Through the freezing night I follow the sound of the moon Echoes Echoes Echoes Echoes Echoes Drowning in a barren old forest Cold blood oppressed my soul A gaze upon the twilight sky As I beheld a star fall good Through the wings I was born And there is a sound of a silent storm Entering the wasteland Where no living soul has been found In the twilight skies I see the black moon rising Through the freezing night I follow the sound of the rising moon In the twilight skies I see the black moon rising Through the freezing night I follow the sound of the moon