When the moon reflects the light of the sun, I wander. I walk the line of a deadman's path.
 So I shall, the precious born, divine of my higher self.
 I walk the line of a deadman's path. I will run, escape the day. I ride the moon, escape.
 I will ride the cold, escape the day.
 I will ride the moon, open my eyes and watch the dark, blue, clear sky and sparkling stars, shine on me.
 I wander those roads again, a deadman's path.
 Lonely times in a timeless space, pass the place where a come from, walk in circles and walk back home.
 I walk the line of a deadman's path.