The gold

The silver moon is silent

The gold belongs to king and tyrant

But the countenance of pasty blue

Is home and held by me and you

Fire

What the peasants cried

For water as their water died

The water pulled by shining tide

The domain of the moon

She’ll take her land back soon

We know, these days

Those golden rays

Have never been a friend to me

I’d really rather leave the sea

And you, and you can leave me be

I’ll go home

To Luna Cold

And we’ll shiver for eternity

He follows us

The burn, the lust

We hear your golden footsteps chasing

Your arrogance our people chasing

Moon is cold and moon is good

And moon is seeking golden blood

Don’t kill our queen

Our goddess unafraid of pain

She held you like royal ruby stain

But if you kill our wanderlust

Then, who is left to trust