Past years are sealed with the signet of my might
And at my feet pale present kneels a buyer
My beds are odorous with soft-shed scent
And strangely pale, present kneels a buyer
My beds are odorous with soft-shed scent
And strange, mutant flowers
Tremulous, twilight air
Weave over all, and hear
Oh, and strange mutant flowers
Tremulous, twilight air
Weave over all, and hear
I sing my siren song, until all souls are bent
Within the subtle, sweet, melodious snare
God, making love
Made me love's grievous sting