Possesivelie she upon him shone
Adorned with dimme stars
In this night of nights
He hailes her with a song
This hymne of passion
Reminding of the bond
Between him and the night
As they melt into one
When dawn draws near
And the sunne ascendes
Like a flame bright & pure
From the bonfires of heretics
Ecstatick, then, his mind!
Grant him thus light anew,
Thou, sunne of satan
So that he shall reigne
Through infinite
In colde, inconceivable majestie!