Nightingale is singing that familiar tune Praising moon and the undeniable truth Suddenly it stops Even wind holds its breath: Is that a scar on the heart of the moon? How strange, how bizarre Echoes of chaos sound different this time Who will bring clarity Who will rewrite the causality Every fold of light, every ripple of tides I know them all like the lines on my palm Pluck the trembling needle out of fate\'s compass to sew my hopes where none remain Moonlight, moonlight Too long have I followed your \"sacred\" guide You drew the tides, drowned my yesterdays Tonight you\'ll learn, I\'m the anchor of fate Prophecy puffs into ash dusting her lashes and hair The phantoms of paradox melt in her luminous glow Wax, wane, turns of fate No one could outpace her soaring silhouette Draw, hold, release it to the moon She\'s the path, the only answer to all Stars flow like sand I\'m the scale, the scars on time\'s wrist