Quietly as it began, spilling then forming
This rain is so strange emerald I think
The owl by my window brings tales of another
Apparently melting our opal

We centre around this crying ghost;
Feed it wine and show it the moon,
In it's green fixation

I am the essence of an evening storm, the fiery obsession inside me
Within deepest red

Forever eyes, so tiny,
Disappear into the undergrowth
Ghostly lights, jade and crimson,
The head of a swan adrift on high seas

I am the essence of an evening storm, the fiery obsession inside me
Within deepest red

The horses await us, several of them, elegantly white

Lovelorn eyes that search the darkness,
Eyes of the fox I intrigue you
Misty moors beneath face of night,
Hide yourself before I waste you

I smell Brasnov yet I do sleep, I dance with her body in the Arges deep

The owl by my window brings tales of another apparently melting our oceans

Some see me in the dark, carving shapes into the sand

Unexplainable sound phantom gathering ground

I feed your womb, as we wait for the rain and peace favours us at last and talking is strain and as I await, the moon turns liquid in the sea

Blood and snow serenade, immense anger of the clouds
Unknown paths of the mind, macabre gut-churning sounds