Let me swim through the fire river!
Your lips are sweeter than the honey!

Let's dance to the Arabian music's rhythm!
Our heartbeats claim for a naked ritual!

Even in a hidden temple,
The Gods will be willing to come along,
And sing an old Psalm;

Whereas through my blue prophesy,
Your eyes will shine under the pale moonlight.

May my whisper be your guide,
May my sword be your strength;

Not in vain,
Your red angel requests you a loving smile,
To succumb before your sadness.