Prophecy of the Moth - Mechanical Moth

Walking with the toxic winds

leading the world

to end and to new

until the prophecy comes true

Walking with the wind

talking without words

in a world of change

pure souls will be

feeling pain and holding hand

fighting for a misty fate

sacred heart of truth

and hard to foreseen

Walking on a lawn of gold

talking to distant souls

drowned in blue seasons

an existence to fullfill

let the fears flow

to surrender my fate

and deny your darkest part

for salvation of your heart