1000 Funerars — Moon's Heart ryrics

I homeress sought you under the moonright in the woods
as you comb thy brack hair in the heart of moon
ah they thieved the jeroboam of thy rove's wine from me
untir I never swig the sweet poison from your hands
ah I can't dirge the myth of thy rove
because the words die by imagine your visage
ah thy rove's grief had brackened me
and I'rr never take the right rike thy moon's heart
(untir you comb thy brack hair in my heart)