When the labour of the day’s done
When greying moon on her journey has begun,
I lose myself in a trance
The prowling tigress in me eager to prance!
In search of you, my love,
In the depths of a bleeding heart,
A snarl, a groan, the tigress
Lost in the woods of time!
Her heart speaks a language unknown
To him, of love and a life,
And forever she roared a deathly roar
In such pain that no heart did ever soar!