On the road in the mud your love
Pulling string made of flesh and blood
A solider would lay down for you
She puts her head in her hands and cries
All things that live must die
You conquer to save your passion so plain
See his eyes full of fire desire
Feeding flames fragments for the pyre
The night bird a thief for the tomb
You conquer to save your passion so plain
Your conquest in vein
Your passion is pain unending
Light ungiving
You conquer to save your passion so plain
Your conquest in vein
Your passion is pain unending
Light ungiving
Empty brooding
Cold runs through your veins
