Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,

collecting the tragedies still

Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind

carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire

deep of the nectarine sunset to drink

spill me the wind and its fire

to steal of the colours - I´m the moonshield

Shattered hope became my guide

and grief and pain my friends

a brother pact in blood-ink penned

declared my silent end

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone

reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone