Secrets Of The Moon - Exhibitions In The Grey Zone lyrics

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"scribere proposui de contemptu mundano

Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur

Mors venit velociter que neminem veretur

Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur

Ad mortem festinamus peccare destinamus"

Silhouettes in grey shape

Have seen another winter coming

They learned to walk ecretly

Their faces straight to the sun

Show them

This contemptuous kind

In the grey of the sky

Without a word of mourning

They yearn for one more beam of light

This lavish grace of darkness

Is god before it dies

Floating through spirals of endless latitude

Hailing the icon yet unspoken

On the instant of waking

There is splendour in their chants