Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moonlight Equilibrium, artist - The Black Dahlia Murder. Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Song language: English
Moonlight Equilibrium |
| A code embedded deep within |
| Encrypted in vaults of bone and skin |
| A tug magnetic toward the dark |
| The wolf voracious hath witnessed it’s mark |
| Internal pressure growing behind your eyes |
| It’s mounting still |
| Constant thoughts of evil are coming to a head inside you |
| Humanity decreasing |
| Blood is strong upon the passing winds |
| To forsake would be a sin |
| Let the night entrance you |
| You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium |
| Pitch black transmission of the soul |
| Instincts from within rise |
| We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside |
| Cannot escape this longing |
| These symptoms don’t remit for death |
| Becoming sick |
| The long hairs |
| Feel them stand |
| The nightworld calls again |
| Your existence turning black |
| There’ll be no coming back |
| A desire to tear and hack |
| It’s growing lord |
| Please help us |
| You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium |
| Pitch black transmission of the soul |
| Instincts from within rise |
| We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside |
| You must subdue this yearning to feast |
| That very eve the devil cameth |
| And his will did force thine idle hands |
| Open his heart of molten darkness |
| Floweth forth foul rivers of the damned |
| Blood of the lycan within thee |
| Enthroned heir to their cosmic fathers unknown |
| Who traileth not far from where death would increase |
| Seek they to murder |
| To rid this world clean |
| A curse by the ancients of bloodline befouled |
| The clouds they are parting |
| The moon has come out |
| Internal pressure growing behind your eyes |
| Its mounting still |
| Constant thoughts of evil are coming to a head inside you |
| Humanity decreasing |
| Blood is strong upon the passing winds |
| To forsake would be a sin |
| Let the night entrance you |
| You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium |
| Pitch black transmission of the soul |
| Instincts from within rise |
| We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside |
| Cannot repress these urges to kill |
| To taste the red your only will |
| There’s no salvation |