I Am The Selenophile

So the wind carries the ice through the desert
A void for the unsaved
The sirens extol the defeat
But I bet that you‘re unscathed

Strange is the night and deceased is the day
The shroud of the blight starts floating away
Still feeling no love

But the moon‘s still upright
How she wafts through disastrous times
Like it’s her that keeps spilling the light
On the dark side of my mind

And so it stops
The skies have been losing their clocks
From the tides to the trees to thе dust
The dark closed in on us

Get usеd to - death‘s youthful