When I look at you
You turn your eyes away
As a slave of your own thoughts, lady of the night
Impenetrable and fearsome, lady of the night

Attached to your illusions, you cry
The comfort is temporary and therapeutic
Then one day I'll meet you and look in your eyes

Then you will bow before my feet
In respect for my wisdom

Now that I meet you, you will follow me
Without gods or demons to torment us

You are now the most beautiful and dazzling lady
That will enchant everyone with your dark look