Night sprout up through the pale weakness of the day

Choked is the warmth and it's feeble loving light

Why my heart it pounds? Is it you my dark mistress say?

Worship you I do and you me newer fail on delightful night



Foolish and weak is any human love, but my bride not this

in life and so in death for you I shall fight

Your cold breath caresses me of my mind and into my wish

You I can love for you are me oh precious night