Final words of the last transgressor

Tell her love there will be no more surprises,
from her dream arch,
no more moon hearts.
In his breaths no more her scent,
in his whispers no more love songs.
Tell her the idol, the sinner retreated,
tell Divinity the black sun doomed,
the dark moon, the deep waters,
tell the shril winds,
there will be no more tears,
no more dew drops to blossom on her lips,
no more sighs to escape her bosom.
Oh tell her angel there will be no more virtues,
tell the devil the game is over,
the honest Serpent overtook Satan.
The dark angels, their lingering shadows,
just tell her love there will be no more surprises,
for eternity to come no more miracles.