Lyrics Secrets of the Moon

Secrets of the Moon

Carved In Stigmata Wounds

These are the spiritual forms of coma

We have entered a new definition of tradition

With wounds that cannot be cut

Any deeper any wider

Idiosyncraticun human instincts of man

Turning strength to a wreck of weakness

With fire and steel burned onto their foreheads

Brandings which mark a new act of behaviour

As we feed angels with pitch and tar

Centres of inhumanity

The foundationwalls of Utopia

A kingdom of splendid might

A stronghold of inviolables