Idyllic Rush

Like a sudden rush 

Does my vein suffer 

Like a cistern flush 

Your charms prosper 

It prospers over me 

Like the lands with the autumn leaves   

It prospers over me 

My heart blinks like my lids 

That's how I know 

Like the height of a giant tree 

To me, your perfection grows 

Of a truth, I love thee 

- Devil's Scourge | The Vyrus