Priestess lunar

You let him fold
She watched him go
Never to see him again
With coloured strides
You lead the march
Turning malice to dust
Why should we waste a shadows breath
For those who choose to run
If you can't stand to take this heart onto your hand
Just let it go
On this moon the flames will rise
Without her by your side
Cuts his hand and wipes the blood
Who'll discover the dead
There is no line between the weak and those who choose to run
If you can't stand to take this heart into your hand
If you can't stand to take this heart onto your hand
Just let it go
Just let it go
Just let it go
Pick up the pieces and end what you started
He-he-he-he-here