Akin to a prayer
Your name perched on my lips
Like a true, devout mortal
A million chant without a slip
Tempered in my heart
Sailing lucid and light
Surely it will find
The Goddess caught between Black and white
Akin to a prayer
Your name perched on my lips
Like a true, devout mortal
A million chant without a slip
Tempered in my heart
Sailing lucid and light
Surely it will find
The Goddess caught between Black and white