Catamenia - Half Moons, Half Centuries lyrics
[Catamenia - Half Moons, Half Centuries lyrics]
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
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