So proudly we glanced upon the moon,
When it was not all there was to say,
Shining from your eyes of doom,
Escaped from the burning hay.
Dare you see a soul upon the heat,
Then crouch within the door,
To her desires screaming upon my feet,
But when the vivid ore.
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
Yet I dreamt of my love so dearly,
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Thats the dream im chasing for thee,
The one hidden behind the shelf,
Neither thou or I hath lost the key,
But thou must find it yourself.
My secrets being is my nearest,
Though it shall not be my thought,
Cause thou my love is my dearest,
Still every token is yet to be taught.
Still the moonlight is there to see,
Within thy sparkling eyes,
Flawless we dance, you and me,
Between all the lies.
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor the death of my beloved show,
Let me praise the word for the beings to see,
To one, and one, still such, and ever so.