I'm Isolde, you're Tristan
Dagda to my Morrigan
Otherworldly, understand
I spend nights in Amsterdam
Mystic hypnic madam, am
In my astral brothel, and
Lay upon your heart my hand
Whisper in your ear my plan
To undo these wounds by man
Counter-clockwise chakra scan
Erase everything I can
Bring you back where you began
At my side and soul you stand
