We are children of the moon
Dancing like the mad
Maniacs
Driven to the excess

Let we have our feast prepared
For we shall swallow it at once
When we are hopeless for tomorrow

We are waiting for the sun
Dancing like the beasts
Savages
For no tears we shed

Let we have our plays
In the streets we forge our stage
When we are eager for escape

Desperate we cry
For a heart to restore our bright
Crystalline essence
For we are children of the innocence
Living in a madhouse
We are children of the moon
Sailing through the desert
Empty
Sands poured into our flames

Remains of cinder inside our chests
Misguided, young and brave
Howling like wolves