Full moon spirals over my head br the sky is falling, turning blood red br the moon rears its face so high br I worship its constant life br br The stars give me sustenance br to never die, an eternal existence br I have no hatred for those who made me br the moon my cosmic sea br br Compelled by forces beyond my control br I can't stop the monster I abhore br just when the urges stop, I wonder br is this the end of my plunder br br Sometimes in my dreams I fear br an intruder I cannot sleeping hear br the others, joined with me from afar br watching the stake driven in my heart br br The sun sets, I rise again br of this there will be no end br The moon in crimson red rises across the sea br I worship its short life mournfullybr br Kevin Howellbr br