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