When you can feel love filling your lungs,
You truly seem to want it to consume you,
Your heart is licked by a thousand tongues,
Cold baths are boring without them eating you.
So you turn yourself to the Divine Moon,
Confessing your deepest inner desires,
Hoping to be blessed soon,
And being free of poisoned love wires.
When deep talks freezes your brain,
Until your heart chokes in its own blood,
Queen Night wipes off all of your pain,
By the grace of the Moon's growing bud.
