The  moon  cries  -  her  tears  of  light

Fall  upon  the  thirsty  grass.

To  welcome  our  feet  -  dancing

On  this  sacred  ground.

Earth  licks  her  dayburnt  wounds  -

Pouring  out  the  sweetest  dew,

Feeding  our  hungry  eyes  with

Images  of  fallen  angels.

Seven  stones  of  silver,  a  crown  for  you  and  me.

The  lover＇s  words  of  sin  and  pleasure

The  chains  that  let  us  see.

The  tree  of  good  and  evil,  the  snakes

That  crawls  from  path  to  path.

All  of  them  are  with  us  here  to  whisper

Songs  of  lust  and  wrath.

Farewell  to  daylight,

Hail  to  the  hallowed  night.

Spread  out  your  wings,

The  sun  is  dead  and  gone.

Only  the  night  will  call,

Call  and  let  you  come.