Moonlight Glory

Hands of the night wrap around my waist
they lead me gently into the violence of their push
onto the dance floor they call the beautiful life
where we dance until the drums hit
until the horns flare up with infinity
of the universe.

Hands of the night take the lead
and we dance in the sad moolight
these fields will be where your carcass lies
these plains are where you have embrace the night.

And we spin in the sad moolight
falling down onto the dawning dew
the blooming summer grass tickles my spine
once i become one with the soil
it shall grow from my heart.

The hands of night keep the pace up
but as much as i try i always miss a step
and my feet are bleeding out my will to keep on
a haunting melody, a haunting sight to see
that in the graveyard i dance alone
will they be able to take me to the final song ?