Lunar Ride (Aphotic)

Time to wave your spirit goodbye Treason to blame, don't even try You transgressions turn form smirk to mirk The Faustian years your lurk and shirk To reflect you drink and think With all at stake your insides ache Turn the light to drop Twist and turn to stop Strike the flowing ebbing tide With the lunar rise to ride Here creeps along a penurious stream The mirror like surface to see leam You wished to vanquish light Now it is I you fight