• Every time I see your eyes I cannot tell what my dreams will say,
    Can I hear your voice amidst the madness of the wicked voices?
    My sin has only to be loved by several and only accepted one as my own, I hope dearly that my world will not.

    Oh lustful maiden,
    Sweet wondering, wandering, whispering maiden,
    Can you hear the song?
    The wanderers’ song,
    A lullaby I whisper in your ivory ears.

    I hear a midnight gale,
    Songs sung to a face so pale,
    Beautiful through the haze, yet horrid in my dreams,
    I do wish that anytime I wished I could hold your hand.