Lyrics Half Moons, Half Centuries - Catamenia

Half Moons, Half Centuries

From the stairway he threw with the languages unknown
The words of truth and the cohort of fools
Named the man of black for the back of his hands
Where marked in numbers fourteen and two fours
From below the stairway, he entered the door
The torches were lit a fire, his marks were glowing more
He entered the room, lighting the walls of stone
As the cohort at the door were pounding for his blood
The candle in his left and the book in his right
His heart spoke the names and his hands were all a light
The man called of black
His hands were lightning the night
The night of dead moon
And the moon wept in blood
And his words pierced it’s fragile heart
The man called of black
His hands were lighting the night
The night of the dead moon
They were many at the door, when he spoke towards
The icon at the aisle, was the night he ever adored