We stand face to face ..
O worship of my eyes ..
This is the sacred ground of love ..
Where no one can commit offence ..
Therefore, Bow down you head ..
And offer prayers in reverence ..
Grant me this favor ..
That when i fall at your feet ..
May my head never rise again ..
May my life run its course ..
My beautiful beloved ..
Thus thinks an innocent heart ..
How glorious to have love tear your soul apart ..
And so i go insane ..
And such in my insanity ..
That storms lie at my feet ..
And obsessions ravange my thoughts ..
Grant me a vision ..
That i may dedicated my life and shower it over you ..
A life without a meaning ..
A prayer without substance ..