I'm waiting for the crescent to glow
the sun flowing to our moon below
my tranquility when darkness falls

for Luna razored will save us all
the edge of bliss where It's bearable
there in the still I will lay at will

wait to have my destiny fulfilled
then be instilled with no god's goodwill
burn for loved ones I ruined using pills

alive, three forevers I'll be grilled
in the valley of the fallen angels
and there be killed, then have my blood spilled                                          
                                          justified
when the wet night ascends to the skies
I descend as demon with no disguise