A bit of moonlit indulgence

We’ve come this far

What a waste it would be

To turn back now

Never get to see

The promise of this peak

There’s a chance that is perfect

Is that not what we seek?

Moonlit indulgence

Gods behaving badly

We’re barely being bacchic

Until we've slept with the trees

Drink a tall glass of orange juice

I’d call you a lyre

But you’d keep harping on

About it, dumbfounded

Lute the corpse

Sting me to a frenzy

With your staff of the wild

Oh, we’ve gotten so high

Your hands caressing the sky

But no, it’s never enough

There’s more just up and above

Climb through the night

Trust in this rite

No respite

Climb through the night

Trust in this rite

We’ll do fine

Conquer your spite

No end in sight

The peak’s a lie

May the ground flow red with wine