spontaneous embrace with the moonbeams by the moors - arc gotic lyrics

this silence is so hard to bear
but still words make no sense
this silence is most precious to me
but still i need more

furnace chords come my way
voices begging for better days
the city’s guilt clouds my mind
people’s needs make me laugh
tonight i slept by the moors
hidden in the gr-sses
if only i could feel joy when i’m awake