The train began to break away
With hollow moon to lead the way
Will destination will be on our way
Well no one know and don't seem to care
Still I stop alone
I king of the dark lion
When the feeling charge
I will become in on stone
The mushroom tree be shown the grave
I should deform the grave in pain
I can't believe it's taken over the spain
I drink the blood and just dream away
Still I stop alone
I king of the dark lion
When the feeling charge
I will become in on stone
I tell you this and you came wondering why
Our Angel's fallen from the skis
And will the devil hold designer pain
Or are we here to die in pain
Write the broken sun for me
Write the broken sun
Written for me