Harsh Moon On My Trail

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