Oh! How do I tell you what was she.
The thirst or the sea?
The starry land or the reefy sky?
The burning moon or the serene sun?
The madness of the calm or the magic of storm?
The kiss of death or the breath of life?
Look into her eyes, there are worlds within.
Touch her hair, the dark waves will turn to fire.
Hear those lips, the priest's prayer.