Fire On The Water

Love enjoyments and the magic spells.
Fire on the water and ringin’ of the bells.
You are the woman with the power look.
It’s not a question of diamonds or books.

The horizon wide with thunder and blood.
When you love all the world is shaken up.
You have the thighs that matter much.
Everything of you is woman, flesh and blood.

The drums pound their rhythm of fire and hell.
It’s death and yelling where the northwind wails.
It’s the wheel of time killing all fears.
Your breasts are young, I see the glow of your lips.

Treachery and envy, weakness and lies.
Shadows and corners can’t hide the spies.
The doom of kingdom and silence of walls.
Flickering of lamps and the doorsteps to the all.

Your faith is like a torch in the traitor night.
My lips have learned the silence of truthful heights.
My fist is used to steel, I’m facing sun and storm.
You are love made woman, not an earthly worm.

Your limbs are strong with magic, your eyes are caves of light.
Your heart is made for giving, you are surrender’s might.
Naked you are master and victor over hell.
You are slave and queen at once, your desire knows no end.

I take you to the homeland, make you all aglow.
Where the sea is kissin’ dryland, I make you flowers grow.
You will never suffer with a man that knows the goal.
His seed will make you strong with the new race to be born.

The grace of woman is sacred, holy are the words
that keep the balance perfect of action on the earth.
This woman alone is the living key.
This woman alone reveals my mystery.

Royal are the days, the sun is moving slow.
Night and stars are tellin’ of young and mighty hopes:
Now the time is resting in the treasure of our hearts.
The cloak of darkness slips, bliss will always last.

                                                    ~Michel Montecrossa 

                                                   Gauting, Germany 

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