The Wolf's Sun

You shine, a slice of silver light And I am tethered to my kite Bound by beams, your pearly rays A Queen, whose name I'll gladly praise So lead me through the dark Your fingers clawing at my heart Clutching me against your breast Inside your crook, I'll lay my head A rock, our mother of the sky Now all your children are on fire They burn, they play, the night is here The sky is full of glowing spheres So cut the coal, my gleaming knife And mow the black away with white A lambent beacon, beckoning The mad to howl and the wolves to sing Wolves to sing To sing Wolves to sing To sing To sing To sing Wolves to sing To sing My siren, I'm sailing Through misty seas and marshes I'll row the boat on sad lakes With sad tides, under mountains My mirror, shine brightly In darkness you call me I'll follow your halo My lover, I'm weaker Light it is blooming A madness consuming Inside your head, inside your hands In love, I'm raptured Light it is blooming A madness consuming Inside your head, inside your hands In love, I'm raptured I'm raptured I'm raptured