The third night, I is a virgin,
As glass, clear and cold.
Like heaven , those deep eyes ,
And my lips whisper about love.
God forbid!
Oh, my vision , my weakness , the darkspawn !
Oh, your birthday - a spark of fire and light of the moon !
But the touch of your flesh , like flying in a dream ,
Moan gives me delight .
And when my fear is replaced by languor,
Melt ice crystals on the lips .
I like waking , eyes closed, floating
Adrift sweet river.
Wait, do not go!
Oh, my vision , my weakness , the darkspawn !
Oh, your birthday - a spark of fire and light of the moon !
But the touch of your flesh , like flying in a dream ,
Moan gives me delight .
