Blind moth
Dancing like shattered glass
On false sun like a flock of clouds
Following the cold moon
A swarm of wings
Blind moth
Crowded close to the flames
Their unknown pyre
Wasting their short lives
Following the end
Trudging away
From certain death
Leaving behind
The holocaust
Beneath the root
There is a star
An hidden light
Blind moth can see
Now blindness is power to see
A blind moth fly away from all deceptions
Nearest the sun, far from the threats
Feeling the wind through the velvet mantle
Away
Dancing like shattered glass
On false sun like a flock of clouds
Following the cold moon
A swarm of wings
Blind moth
I feel them burn
Deceived by lights
Without the eyes
I have escaped
No
In the sorrow dawn
In the sincere light
Of blindness