Tell me, what are we doing here?
To live in a tear, until we all disappear?
Is the challenge, to live in this place?
Becoming angels fallen from grace
In this light we dance
Footsteps in an empty hall
Whispers as the curtains fall
Astennu, Egyptian god of the moon
(Tell me) How deep is your wound?
Is this the underground sign?
We are the moonchild
Am I the deathless one?
Or the chosen one to die?
Our souls still lie in this torment
Like you I've cried
So this is our domain
Under this (pale) light we dance
As we gather under the full moon
We are the moon child...