O Moonchild, O Moonchild,
Be on your guard
Dark days are coming
Horrendous and hard
O Moonheart, O Moonheart
They’re plotting your ruin
They are digging a pit
to push and bury you
within
O Moonlight, O Moonlight
Save yourself if you can
They possess power and money
To eliminate a living man
They have done it before
They will get it done again
Selfish, ruthless,
sans sympathy
Glad to give others pain
O Prophet, O Prophet
Prophesy not in this land
Don’t let your lamp shine
On it may fall sadistic sand
They sit close to the throne
Counseling the King’s ear
What can you do against
You penniless pauper seer
They're capable of throwing
You in the darkest death well
They have the skill in hands
To prove in suicide you fell
O Nazarene, O Nazarene
Grass received your first breath
A wooden scaffold they’ve made
To give you a gift of death
O Moonchild, O Moonchild
let nothing of this
earth frighten
Your destiny is in His hands
Who in love has you begotten
O Moonchild, O Moonchild
Whatever may be the story
Today or tomorrow may be in sorrow
Yours will be the final victory!
Xavier Bage
Thurs, 21 January 2016.
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