Upon the wings of the dream 
She rides 
Oh [bad word] to me 
Fills me with light 
Towards the dark side of the moon 
We climb 
She sends me a tune, away through the silverest starlights 
I don't want to wake up this time 
I'm alive on this serpent ride 
In the grace of our love 
We writhe in pain 
Rather into this solar fog 
Mesmerized 
The drop of her blood tastes like wine 
I answer her call with a rhyme: 
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
And with strange aeons death may die." 
In your hights lies the world where I don't wanna go 
Said you changed, but I don't belive in miracles 
Since you conquer my heart we`ve never been apart 
One day we'll close our eyes, open them again 
And discover each other 
Sun open on my eyes 
She keeps me inside 
From her lips drops wine