Lyrics:
wrapped in plasticno one seems to understandthe reason why I cry out into the nightfor justice and for peacelast night I felt a burning stingall of beauty stood in flameslove condensed onto a broken glassand got swallowed by a deerthat´s why I howl at the moonat least the magic seems to lastall the tears went down the riverand the fire eats the pastpraise it – it´s dead -poison on the fieldsnot from this worldbut it grows into the skythat´s why I howl at the moonat least the magic seems to lastall the tears went down the riverand the fire eats the pastthe wind carries the seedinto all corners of the worldyou might have it when it´s deadstunned by the evil deedthe wind carries the seedinto all corners of the worldyou might have it when it´s deadkilled bye greedthat´s why I howl at the moonat least the magic seems to lastall the tears went down the riverand the fire eats the past