Once you give me our sign,
I will come for you, I will kiss on sight
No force can keep me away—
Not death, not night or day.

The walls in my room cannot hold my lament,
My pillows, my clothes, my sheets—all carry your scent.
The night is a cold prison, but my love an eternal flame,
Burning through silence, crying out your name.

Call for me, and I will hear—
through endless storms and souless fear.
I will fight the devil, I will become the night,
Crawling through darkness to hold you tight.

If fate betray us and time slips away,
I’ll carve my love into the break of day.
Bound by no force, no god, no chain—
You call, and I rise again.