Tonight, they'll lock up the gates
And drive us inside again
Hear the crude sound of their hate
Their fear as they spit in our face,
There's a harsh moon on my trail
Last night I dreamt wide awake
I dreamt of your cities I dreamt
Wake up...
My hunger will break down your fence
There's a harsh moon on my trail
These days, they cut like a blade
And night drinks the blood from our veins
But your hand slowly touching my hand
Is all I ever need to stand
This harsh moon on my trail