Precious treasure, blooming moon.
The moon, the moon, I will take her down &
when she's under the ground,
I will take the snake into the flood
& feed her with my very own blood.
Whether she's late or soon...
I will caress the moon.
Precious treausure; blooming moon.
I will let you in as my own groom.
I will watch you sink into the soil,
embrace you with flesh & let you boil
your own brew & red roses will grow
where you sew the white seeds of the flow.
Beautiful moon when you're black & gone,
when I'm in my darkness & alone,
I pray you will come down to me,
You fool moon will grow into me.
& I will fear no man
for I will stand as men.
& I will heal myself, be whole,
as your power grows into my soul.
I will relate you in me
& you will remember me
of the energy you bear
of the power that we share.
Over the rainbow the Kingsnake will ride
down goes the moon & I 'll be her bride.