I am coming from the edge of madness. A Northern mourns the world of men. Gonna drive them into exile. Or never let them breathe again. . On that night under the raging Northern sky.
I, I walk this Earth. Until I stagger and fall. To my knees. . I won't rest my bones. If I'm awake or asleep. There'll be no relief. . They say we're tired of love.
It's glowing on the outside. Coming by the moonlight. Looking at this blue thing. Falling by the waste time. . The years keep on calling. Riding on a moonbeam.