Under our old moon, I am walking with you again As if you're here, like you never left this place My spirit is once more aflame, my oldest friend I breath this familiar air and look upon your face But you go unrecognized, disregarded and alone I betrayed you, I left you to die in the frigid cold And when my dreams take hold, your eyes are stone Full of betrayal, empty, broken and old I scream to my Gods for one last chance But my pleas are met by cold rain and a black sky I dream of us, singing and drinking, mid-dance In the flames of the lost pyre, dying to live, living to die