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Dance Under Moonlight

The whole land enwrapped in silence,
infected by me.

Infected by me. Infected by me.
Who is the watcher now?
And dance!

Dance under moonlight,
alone in darkness and mentally free.
Used unleashed forces,
my magnum opus.
Was it really done by me?

Don’t you know your generous helpers?
Don’t you know whom did you swear your loyalty?

In the early stages I was assailed by doubts.
But as I’ve seen the skies open
a rising moon emblematized a confirmation,
a confirmation for the true path.

The world is now my oyster,
but all I want is to

Dance under moonlight,
alone in darkness and mentally free.
Used unleashed forces,
my magnum opus.
Was it really done by me? 

Why have you chosen me?
Don’t you know my weakness?
Do you need testimony?

Fulfilled by pain, I suffered the reality.
Everything was hopeless, a never ending line!
In the main, I lived my life in solitude.
Didn’t know my soul is seeking for a magic rhyme.

In crystal dreams the salvation was near.

Do you, do you know,
about the beauty
and the balance
between dark and bright?
Do you know the essence of all beauty is the small step before abyss?

I’m lost in an ocean of possibilities.
Beyond, the dark lord is watching me.
Who will reap the harvest after this dance under moonlight?
How will it feel when this night fades out? This night fades out!

The last dance under moonlight,
an offered chance for demons to rise.
The last dance under moonlight,
a foolish glance into devil’s eyes.