Half Moons, Half Centuries Lyrics - Catamenia

From the stairway he threw with the languages unknown, 

the words of truth and the cohort of fools. 

Named the man of black for the back of his hands, 

where marked in numbers fourteen and two fours. 

From below the stairway, he entered the door 

the torches were lit a fire, his marks were glowing more. 

He entered the room, lighting the walls of stone 

as the cohort at the door were pounding for his blood 

the candle in his left and the book in his right 

his heart spoke the names and his hands were all a light. 

The man called of black 

his hands were lightning the night 

the night of dead moon 

And the moon wept in blood, 

and his words pierced it`s fragile heart. 

The man called of black 

his hands were lighting the night 

the night of the dead moon 

They were many at the door, when he spoke towards, 

the icon at the aisle, was the night he ever adored.