A conversation in a quiet night.
The spell of the moon calls for truths.
Will my heart find the strength
to take the sword and make fear die?

Open heart, emotions waltz.
Left to where your demons are.
Right to my awaiting arms.

Sway, my love, to the beat of my heart.
Let your companions emerge,
meet their death under the sapphire sky.

Allow the forest’s fresh air
to vent past wounds,
for pain to fertilize sacred soil.

It is you the one fighter
here to plunge into your depths.
Darkness, cold.
Go, face it all.

A conversation in a quiet night.
Open heart, emotions waltz.
Sway, my love, to the beat of my heart.
Take my sword and make fear die.