he night has come the night of full moon stars of your eyes are gold my spirit perceived the gloom
my ears heard troublesome melody strange voices in the fog I feel your breath on my neck I feel the warmth of your hands frozen tears on your cheek deny my swollen delusions
the time has come the time of tragedy diamonds of your mind are blind
my sensual eye embodied your shape spherical flowers of your breasts
the day has come the day of funeral treasures of your womb are mine