Let the endless moon eclipse the sun.
The coyotes play in the cold, vicious high.
The dry arid, land hides cold, bitter nights.
Waging war with the Aztec gods.
We dance shrouded in mystery, bathed in liquid death,
and bond forever in bloody fires consuming the Earth.
Violent, Prophetic visions fill the air; convulsing eyes flooded by red and white, and ascends the visions up to the sky spirits.
Trying to Find warm blooded desire in the desert night is just another one of the lover's plights.