The grey fire so soft and deep
I emerge from dreadfull sleep
Bewildered and lax I awake
Modern salvation I won't forsake
'cause She is like a vulture
Enchanting sweetness
In atrocity and anxiety
Henceforth we are one
Beating of a heart is now bygone
I'm passing away shall I find the home
In my hall of doom She mesmerized
My Lunar Death my suicide
'cause She is...
Forever clouds came down
And all my troubles are gone
Luying on her gown
I exceed Styx to atone
Swimming in lunar stream
She gratifies my mind
I'm enthralled but serene
She makes our hands entwined
