looked out this mortal window beheld a dry mirage a black wind was blowin pierced the warm facade at the very moment my blackened foot touched the earth gonna grab me a tunnel and command me a berth prometheus bound suffering on the hour stole a flame burnt his game dischord s golden apple gone sour in this glowing casket there s solace from your gloom my spirit s strength is master inside my lunar womb come beside me twilight fades and night is soon what flows inside me is the lifeblood of the waning moon