I, I still recall the first full moon of May
Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain for wicked flights of pleasureThose visions fade like ghosts to lifes parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore with both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipidAmidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip from whence I beg herThat I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the sufferingYeah, love would have conquered all but for the rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied faith skies that would have set her free
It seems again, dreams wend to captureOnce, dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes
The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine interventionRegardless that the author of sin was me
And I lay chaste of hate in faiths embrace
As mortals warred with more, besides
They warred with life itselfAnd in those frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing
I thank God for the sufferingAnd I thank God for the suffering as still I burn for her return
I would make my peace with everythingI, I still recall, the first full moon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip from whence I beg herThat I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the sufferingLove would have conquered all, were we not parted?
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score, finale startedLove would have conquered all
Love would have conquered
Hate, hate, hate[Incomprehensible]
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing
I thank God for the suffering