A Prayer (Feat. Odile)

This night my sole appeal
I have a claim to your zeit
Foresaw this ideal
How would it feel right

Hold my verb for true
Trust we're both kin
Saw myself through you
Past both flesh and skin

May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears

May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears

Formed to nature's will
I ought to venture still
My core systoles
'Cause boundless diastoles

My transmuted self
Orbits divine spheres
Shadows creating cells
Suits my nature here

May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears

May this imprudent plea
Reach all created spheres
My finite self dares agree
With the cyclic gears