In Flames

"Moonshield (Live)"

[Verse 1]
Stood there leaning to the city moon
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked

[Verse 2]
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world

[Chorus 1]
He cried for night
But night could not come
So, swept in the shroud
Of misanthropia he went away

[Verse 3]
And fed the empty galleriеs
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into thе shadows
With a dry, sardonic smile

[Chorus 2]
He made the footprints a part of his heart
To rouse a sacred confrontation
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