When the moon is up
And the dark is fade
And the white falls down
Then it touches the ground
February night
The only light
It's the ambient
Wet and cold
As I walk my path
But I've brought real God
Moon and Fire
And my free will
In the middle of nowhere
There is one church
Fake god
Now Gaia calls...
Heil in bruni
Hail in Fire
Solstice of Winter