Drapes of madness cover the sky As fiends run and cower to hide Nevertheless they prey on the young As the young go to sleep
When the light breaks through the village womb The delirium burrows to sleep Oil paintings of bride and groom Made for fiends to keep
Friends of fiends mope and mope Lamenting in fear; they cope and cope Hence their gentle persistence To shy away their evil
Sky shifts from orange vigor to madness The fangs of loved ones feed off one another Fiends run and cower to their only Mistress Deep within the sappy dark cypress
When their bodies frolic with need The pale eyes of love dance and feed Luminous they are in front of black cloth Draping the beautiful sky