Sunset’s Whisper
The cool night, mellowing moon. All traffic abated, all footsteps soon, will walk upon the twilight of the shivering ruin. It’s man’s true calling the beating breast, the silver spoon, will not be a help in this dark, secret room.
Celestial waterways have found the key, it’s heaven they say just follow me. So all climb aboard oh let’s hitch a ride, the devil may care but I don’t so all step aside. Triumphant the king was making his way, then the One who is greater ended his day
