Slip silent through murky shadows
As the last wolf howls
Beneath
the violet moon-
The violet moon of blood-
of tears-
the violet moon
of my rage.

The rage that has killed-
again and again-
that has killed tens of thousands-
killed you-
my love-
killed me-
my soul.

Slip silent,
my dearest,
slip silent,
my dark angel,
and we shall die now
intertwined as one.

Met me by the silver tree
the silver tree-
the hanging tree.