Nightfall Ishtar (celebrate Your Beauty)
And I've reposed all my worries Onto thy perfect land of feelings This chamber made by treasures, bygone Pillaged beauties, just deficient glamour Con the words, the ones sculptured on me On my tongue's dry carpet, on my bloody actions I cut it fine to run away from temptation For I spelled my promises and you spelled your Curses In the flush of victory you fly But, beware, foible just means nothing to me Even the flowery poems we somehow hear Perfectly hide thorns, thorns you might never see
