It is on the eve, the brink
Poets lost forever
Walls shrink to rubble
Chaos looms over guns and reason
Echos of the rebel are heard
I cast no evil pain
But those of us know different
Run while you can I say
Freedom waits not now or ever
Like tones we set
Inside these grooves
Like boots kick speed
The horse's hooves
Like flashes glaring
Blind and moved
We are the dark
Behind Dead Moon


From "Dead Moon Night" (1990)