it is the shadow of the moon you see,
beyond this, there is no treacherous deed.
i speak of the evil only reflecting thee
let thou dance to the sowing of the seed.
and let the falling moon strike us mellow.
come my dear child, let us begin thine death
then let them hear your furious bellow
let them fear you as they seal your last breath,
and let the moon glow an angry scarlet.
as the Gods take away their sacrifice,
you shall hear the clanking of the Goblet.
for there's no sin in this terrible vice.
with this solemn night, all deeds done are done,
let us not grieve the return of the sun.