Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...

New York, A sea of white
On a winters day...

Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...

Green eyes,
Prettiest of all...

The dance o fire
the dance of flame...

The dew on the tree
shines off the ruby...

As the night grows deeper
my love grows stronger...

Using the Stars as Guidance,
a Slaves run...

The twinkle of a star
is what i see in you...

You are like the sun and the moon
i want to see you every day...

They sharpen there pitchforks
They sharpen there blades...

Your Infatuation will fade
Slowly with the ebbing of time...