By the light of the moon beneath our sacred willow tree,
Crippled by torment, I dream of a love that can no longer be.
Where shadows dance and darkness dwells,
I struggle to find a way out of my private hell.

Sky-clad I kneel upon our hallow birthing ground.
Longing to be in your arms where I felt safe and sound.
Where are you my morning sorcerer, why won’t you answer my plea?
Why can’t you hear your midnight witch singing for thee?

A grave now stands where we used to lay in perfect harmony,
A place for mourning marked by our weeping willow tree.
Lying directly above you upon your eternal resting place,
I sigh a lover’s sigh, wishing I could see the perfection of your face.

Your essence will forever haunt me,
Turning what we had into a sadistic memory.
You were my fate, my true destiny.
How do I go on, without you here beside me?

How do I find the strength to say goodbye?
How can I live when your memories refuse to die?