Wandering through the Night,
Dancing with the madness hours,
I blow wishes of a magical knight.
Seeing the sound,
Listening to faces
I saw my past lovers
In old guitars speaking to me.
Take him as he’s weak and frail,
Falling whilst there’s still light,
If I shall walk alone with the stars,
To pick up my divine roses.
For Lust found me
Whilst I drank my own sorrow,
Made me lay down by his side,
Kissing me to Death.
I became Fire’s bride,
In a new moon’s night,
When the vagabonds get high
And Witches fly.