I danced among the wild flowers of the dead,
twirled around the names above their head.
I lay upon the tombs and pleased myself,
and laughed at all their useless wealth.

I blew a kiss to the silver moon
and wished that i would be there soon.
To sit amidst it shiny light
and look down upon the night.

I caressed my skin,damp with dew,
and felt the strength inside anew.
Pulsing through my veins inside,
filled me with undeserv-ed pride.

The moon,then low,had faded fast,
and I had to leave this place, alas!
Do not fret, i will return,
until then, my heart must yearn.