Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground,

collecting the tragedies still

Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind

carried my cross to the hill



And how I lust for the dance and the fire

taste of the nectarine sunset to drink

spill me the wind and the fire

to steal of the colors-I'm the moonshield



Shattered hope became my guide

and grief and pain my friends

a brother pact in blood-ink penned

declared my silent end



Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone

reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone



And how I lust for the dance and the fire

taste of the nectarine sunset to drink

spill me the wind and the fire

to steal of the colors-I'm the moonshield