I don't know if you recall
the winter night when first I saw you
walking through the silent fields
so elegant the siren singer
The skylark sang the pauper's song
I followed you and sang along
We lie beneath the great horned moon
I worship you, I worship you

Under the hallowed moon
angel, I still remember you
walking under the hallowed moon
angel, I can remember you

The skylark sang the pauper's song
I followed you and sang along
We lie beneath the great horned moon
I worship you, I worship you

In idle haunt, in secret glance
behind the veil her eyes entranced
the poet writes with trembling hands
I knew her in some other land
The flower vase, the mantle piece
the torment lace, the tapestry
the rocking chair, the canopy
this black room brings back
everything to me

Under a hallowed moon
angel, I still remember you
walking under the hallowed moon
angel, I can remember you

The flower vase, the mantle piece
the torment lace, the tapestry
the rocking chair, the canopy
this black room brings back
everything to me

In candle light the poet writes
it takes him back in broken flight
to another time, another land
to when he saw the hologram
Her ivory flesh, the velvet dress
the prayer and the secret kiss
The balcony, the gentle breeze
Your tears they taste familiar to me

Under a hallowed moon
angel, I still remember you
walking under the hallowed moon
angel, I can remember you

Her ivory flesh, the velvet dress
the prayer and the secret kiss
The balcony, the gentle breeze
Your tears they taste familiar to me

The trembling mouth, the open legs
the blindfold and the cutting blade
The perfume and the serpent egg
oh I remember everything
For darkness reveals everything
The omens and the prophecies
The ancient hymn the siren sings
The poet recalls everything

Under the hallowed moon
angel, I can remember you
walking under the hallowed moon
angel, I can remember you

The darkness reveals everything
The omens and the prophecies
The ancient hymn the siren sings
Oh sometimes you mean everything to me