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