Whispers of ancient China,
hush hush, sighing winds,
The night is nigh, and still
my silk slippers dance on into dark
Hum, hum beating drum
Royalty awaits thee
A rare beauty in the north,
With the power to entrance
Stain red my lips
Lust and power, and
Still my slippers dance, dance
Cull men with my dagger lance
Hush , hush .
Take my bright dagger,
And shred the green shoots
Silk brocade , hide my sight.
My slippers dance on, on
Vengeful needs
And weeping willows,
Summers been and gone
Now take this stopper
That plugs my worthy heart of love
Trained to feel no pain,
Roar against the sighing wind,
Elegant ghost of the echo dance.
Light to light the dark,
As out of the shadows I prance
Beauty that can bring a man to his
Knees
With every moan of the nights song
Unto the night I prowl, skin
On skin
Block your flying dagger,
And still my slippers, dance on….
I shall live for one and one alone,
The sight I pretended not to see
'One glance from her the whole city falls'
Rescue me
'The nation left in ruins'
To beautiful to die, yet too dangerous to live
I have never been more cherished,
by anyone, but you'
And my slippers
They cease their morose
Song
As the wind sighs : 'Hush , hush
And Winter moves on…………….