Upon the moon we glanced askew,
not knowing the fate that was to wait.
About the town there was a hate that had sadisticaly sealed our fate.
I went home to speak to my father who sat in a throne. He told me of my Love and my my unwise ways. And how everyday I became prey.
My girl, with the eyes of gold.
All the vultures said she could be sold.
Behold, my Love in my hand. I feel it run down so warm.
And once again all the vultures they will swarm.
Because I took her life with the Love of My Hand.
