Lyrics:
In the moon’s shadow, where shadows weep, Nathan Pitten walks, his secrets steeped. A cloak of midnight, eyes like abyss, He treads the boundary 'twixt life and bliss.
His scythe gleams silver, a spectral blade, Harvesting souls, debts long unpaid. Through realms unseen, he roams alone, A warden of fate, heart turned to stone.
Oh, Nathan Pitten, reaper of souls, Your burden heavy, your purpose unfolds. In twilight’s embrace, you dance the line, Guiding lost spirits to realms divine.
He whispers to ghosts, their stories untold, Of love unrequited, of battles of old. Their echoes cling to him, a haunting refrain, As he wades through memories, joy and pain.
But sometimes, in quiet moments, he wonders, What lies beyond the veil, where thunder Meets silence, and souls ascend or fall. Is there redemption? Or just oblivion’s call?
When the stars weep, and the night grows cold, Nathan Pitten walks, both young and old. His scythe sings a dirge, a melancholy tune, For he is the keeper of endings, under the moon.
2 окт 2024
