“You’re the light of my world”   Quoth the moth to the flame   As he flitted about his love   “God above”   Quoth the flame to the moth   “You’re everything I dream of”      She’s a femme fatale to die for   So be still my beating heart   And arrest my doomed course   For collision with a heavenly vision   I’m colder than ever before      “You glow in me”   Quoth the moth to the flame   As his wings were singed by the heat   “Time to eat”   Quoth the flame to the moth   “Darling you are so sweet”      She’s a femme fatale to die for   So be still my beating heart   And arrest my doomed course   For collision with heaven’s perdition   I’m colder than ever before      “I burn for you”   Quoth the moth to the flame   And ignited in his flight   “That’s alright”   Quoth the flame to the moth   “You render my fire more bright”      She’s a femme fatale to die for   So be still my beating heart   And arrest my doomed course   For immolation in hell’s catastrophe   The best love of all is agony      Just like at Salem to burn   They fall from disgraceful heights   Dismal stacks of moths blazed black   Lie in pyres of the night   So dazzled and so frazzled   So dead to the world of light   Charred coal is not reborn therefore    Their souls shall be lifted nevermore