As I tore into my woman

Her body accepted its sin

I saw her dying there

Just below my wing



It dies all over me

Cascades of your black hair

I knew the worlds end

I felt it true and rare



We dance and the music dies

We carry them all away

As we glide, through their lost eyes

You lift me above myself



Arise from your slumber

In my arms

Your beauty took the strength

From me