Sonata Arctica - "FullMoon"
Sitting in a corner all alone,
staring from the bottom of his soul,
watching the night come in from the window, window
It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again
In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding
It has no name, there's one for every season
Makes him insane to know
Running away from it all
"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks
Hunted by his own,
again he feels the moon rising on the sky ...