Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...

As the night grows deeper
my love grows stronger...

They sharpen there pitchforks
They sharpen there blades...

The dew on the tree
shines off the ruby...

The dance o fire
the dance of flame...

Using the Stars as Guidance,
a Slaves run...

New York, A sea of white
On a winters day...

Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...

Green eyes,
Prettiest of all...

You are like the sun and the moon
i want to see you every day...

The twinkle of a star
is what i see in you...

As the door opens
then rain slides in...