The night that you’ll return to me
I’ll tame the lights and dress in mystic veils
The sandalwood incense will fill the room
And I will start to murmur sacred tales.
I’ll touch your forehead with my hands
Perfume your skin with darken violet dreams
My tarot cards on my rose wooden desk
Will make you fall in deep, phantasmal streams.
The Queen of Battles will recoil
The Knight of Spades will charge ahead
And you will find yourself entrapped
Into the Wheel of Life’s thin thread.
You’ll feel the pain evaporating from your heart
You’ll see the joy into my eyes amassed
And you will understand that you can fight
Because the future is just past.