Bequeath upon me, the harrows of night,
Let moonlight bring warmth to my eyes,
My callouses soft to your touch and your voice,
Let me rest in the bed of your heart.

O sorrows that come, in the leaving of sun,
Dissipate in your presence, return back to ash,
And the shade, come upon me, turns into water,
And the oil in my veins returns back to blood.

Bequeath upon me, your eyes' loving embrace,
And I swear to turn blind to your unloving heart,
I shall rest in your roots and bathe in your tar,
Condemn and absolve me in the night that we lay.

O ember brings fire, that comes with the moon,
Let it burn, let it rage, let it ravage these fields,
With a primitive passion, for it is all that remains,
In the cold and the dark, before coming of day.

Bequeath upon me, a kiss that will bring
Love and destruction to my feeble skin
It is time to regress and collapse in the dust
Let the sea wash over our future that never was.