Become as gods,
As Artemis and Apollo,
I run through the moonlight and spare my hunt,
I take my price, for what's true I'm blunt.
And with flowers gathered, I shoot from my bow,
I know your heart that I'll throw in the snow,
Because I'm avoidant of your godly light,
My moonlight shines for me enough bright.
Individualist - am, but the care in my heart,
Will tear me and you, Apollo - apart.
My twin, I can't lie - I hate the way you made my love die,
But for what it takes, I continue to bind my tie
To run through the woods like a wildfire,
Like the Moon to your Sun, I burn and I cry,
In embraces you take me and spare me my faith,
While you used my trust arrow like a low bait.
And sometimes, Apollo - I sit and I cry,
But only within I can shed my tears.
On the picture, like fury of storm - I will fly.
The thunder won't touch me.
Because we both know -
Only your godly Sun can make me die.
