the shell in wich my soul dwells
no longer feels like a prison of blood and bone
because your love in the form of lips upon mine own
elevates my spirit within our sacred hollow
We then dissolve into crimson vapours
and ignite and burn forever

I love with these bleeding wounds
I breathe life into your knights of clay
and onwards we march towards those boreal shores
our banners of passion flurring without mercy
inextricably we strike at the skies