Written in the Pale Moon.

Within the deepest labyrinths beneath the world of night, inside the depths upon our steps we’re conscious to the light. Upon the light of angels cast upon the stone of space we stare upon the moon in flight upon its glowing face. In corridors and hallways in the passageways of time, we head for truth upon the proof the shadows will design. Upon the timing to pronounce the light the sun would cast the moonlight would indulge the time in light that it would last. In spectre to the daja-vo repeating to insist the light defined upon the time was written to-the mist. Upon the turning shadows changed upon the shifting veil inside the light to compensate the mood that we entail. Upon the shadows chanced by fate enlisted to the dawn, the night would gather consequence the moonlight would inform.