Against The Moonlight
The flames have died against the moonlight
For an age he has lived and served
The smoke has choked his last breath
And so he leaves this world behind
His soul now gazes at his jarred flesh
And he sees that he can do no more
A weight, it seems, has been lifted
But still I see a sadness in his eyes
I see a sense of failure
That clouds his passage to death
And those clouds are dark and burdened
What vision does his kind foresee?
Contra la luz de la luna
Las llamas han muerto contra la luz de la luna
Por una era ha vivido y servido
El humo ha sofocado su último aliento
Y así deja este mundo atrás
Su alma ahora contempla su carne destrozada
Y ve que no puede hacer más
Un peso, parece, ha sido levantado
Pero aún veo tristeza en sus ojos
Veo un sentido de fracaso
Que nubla su paso a la muerte
Y esas nubes son oscuras y cargadas
¿Qué visión tiene su especie por delante?