Oh Titian of the blessed past, Allow me to harness the shadow's hands, But I promise that only this time, For I would like to offer Europa the chance.

To summon the evening's power, Without corrupting her own light. I require the favour of the Underworld, That darkness shall admire her tonight.

Dear Europa, dragged by torment, Your anger gives me life. You have a pure, kind soul, But, tonight, you must handle a knife.

The gods of nightmares shall cover you, But no harm to you will be done, For I'll be with you into the night, Until the bull who haunted you can no longer run.