Moonnight, stormnight, silverlight
Dark clouds racing ’cross the sky
Cold gust caressing, tearing at my cheek, my hair, my skin, my face…
Silverlight bathing the fields, sharpening the shadows
Darkness, silver, dancing switching

I want to laugh, I want to scream, to run until my body fails
I’m mad, I’m true, I fall apart
Silverlight is in my blood, my brain, my soul…
I can finally se why wolves howl at the moon!

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