I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
   'Neath whose rays we lay together
   And those bright nights on glassy waves
   When we would glide lightly away
   From the grain
   For wicked flights of pleasure
  
   Those visions fade
   Like ghosts to life's parade
   Though incisions once made Her so vivid
   A scarlet whore
   With both heels in the door
   Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
  
   And midst the writhe of parapets
   Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
   Upon the lip
   Only a slip from whence I beg Her
  
   That I would wish
   Her kiss a chrysalis
   To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
   And in those frozen moments won
   From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
   In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
   I thank God for the suffering
  
   Love would have conquered all
   But for the Rapture
   That ancient plan for my defeat
   Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
   It seems again dreams went to capture
  
   Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
   Through a shadowed dimension
   Given to the rivers that bedizened
   Her eyes
   The world drifted by in lost momentum
  
   With no divine intervention
  
   Regardless that the author
   Of sin was me and I
   Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
   As Mortals warred with more besides
  
   They warred with life itself
   And in those frozen moments won
   From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
   In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
   I thank God for the suffering
  
   And I thank God for the suffering
   As I still burn
   For Her return
   I would make my peace with everything
  
   I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
   Consigned to flames like secret letters
   And midst the writhe of parapets
   Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
   Upon the lip
   Only a slip from whence I beg Her
  
   That I would wish
   Her kiss a chrysalis
   To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
   And in those frozen moments won
   From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
   In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
   I thank God for the suffering
  
   Love would have conquered all
   Were we not parted
   Her splintered loss rekindles rage
   The winter frost dwindles across my stage
   Lit up once more to score finales started
  
   Love would have conquered all
   Love would have conquered...
   Hate