Blue Cold, Heavenly Warmth (Original)

Hark! The blue crescent moon.
May your call fall upon death ears and
May your silent moans beckon my soul,
Call upon me to bask in your light

Where your light may be bright and cold
But the harsh cold does not flood me so
A coldness I had longed for to take my soul
Is only a heavenly warmth

Blue crescent moon of the night
I long for your coldness to reach me
But this heavenly warmth
Surrounds my being in a burning flame

And so the warmth is mine
May there be no sadness when I ascend to the sky
Let no tears fall for the life I once had
And may no regrets lay on my heart

Hark! The blue crescent moon
Your light recedes in the night
May that light no longer shine
Heavenly warmth that surrounds me so

Receive my body and shine your light
Let there be few who wish good rest upon my soul
Lay their hearts in my own for when I return
I shall glimpse at the woman who gave me your warmth