Dark night, dark moon.
An impossible journey begins,
The last full measure of strength,
I muster, to survive long enough till it ends.
Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid.
Resurrection is what I seek,
Determination, my faithful staff,
Sure, time has made them limbs weak,
Yet, my will brings them back to life.
Resolute will. Resolute will.
A mountain awaits.
It’s summit taunting me, yet again.
Mocking me, oh that intolerable insult.
That audacity. That arrogance.
Keep faith. Keep faith.
No, I don’t ever pray.
But tonight, I’m on my knees.
Knocking, on His door, His paradise,
On my torched soul, to blow a gentle breeze.
Gentle breeze. Gentle breeze.
Such a beautiful life, rich in desire,
Deep inside, a raging fire.
No, I won’t change my mold,
No matter the consequences are dire.
Won’t change. Won’t change.