[What else is worship at its coree but love and passionate adoration? What is devotion if not desire and striving for union?]
Nearer and nearer draw the hours that re-join the Moon and her kin ignited by this longed shift of power the conflagration of hearts begins
With the sap from the wound of Night's saint the back of my head I anoint in your name
Your grace captured in the waters of the soul the mortal vase stands holy and pure
As naked as are the cloundless skies again I've entered your age-old shrine
I proclaim with adamant belief no thing profane can dim this love I feel
Serpentine shapes of swirling smoke move in rhythm with the tide they slither upwards to the stars' abode as my gift to the Pearl on high
I proclaim with adamant belief no thing profane can dim this love I feel
In circles we dance like wraiths shifting between bright and grey masks until the last gate we penetrate and deep into your darkness passTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
