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**[Verse 1]**
Can you hear me, can you see?
My dear friend, the night draws near — but I’m afraid.
I’m afraid I cannot bear another day,
Lost in shadows, lost in dread, I’m unmade.
**[Chorus]**
In the underground city, the moon rises red,
Black-winged, bleeding light where the dark things tread.
A violinist walks through the square so still,
Past the churches stripped of every cross, every spire, every thrill.
**[Verse 2]**
The moonbeam stretches, lengthens his bow —
He stands on burning stones, and oh,
Along the steps of lines and staves,
The notes ascend like chains to the skies, like waves.
They flow like rivers, bloom in the sand,
But the old ones know the truth, the hidden brand:
On an unplaned board, with sinews taut,
The strings are made of oxen’s guts, a haunted haunt.
**[Chorus]**
In the underground city, the moon rises red,
Black-winged, bleeding light where the dark things tread.
A violinist walks through the square so still,
Past the churches stripped of every cross, every spire, every thrill.
**[Bridge]**
A nightmare fills the dreams, it cuts the sky apart,
The immortal cursed string — a scream, a gnash, a dart.
And shuddering, the eternal light
Smoulders at God’s threshold, pale and white.
The angels weep in answer, their tears a sweet chime,
To the call from the black hall, the void, the crime.
Their weeping is lovely, their ringing is clear,
But the earthbound sky is deaf, it won’t hear.
**[Outro]**
And he does not know that he’s forgiven, no,
He plays on, restless, in the afterglow.
Can you hear me? Can you see?
The night is near — but I’m afraid… I’m afraid.
