I long for you, but is it sane?
It seems so tempting, yet in vain.
Wish for these arms to hold you tight,
And whisper slowly in the night.
Lovers are we, so shall it be,
In love forever, you will see.
The cold grip of unending days,
Will kill our love, in many ways.
We will regret, and curse our names,
Our hatred will feed these flames.
They will go up into the air,
Filling the void with their despair.
Flames, most holy, flames, oh so brave,
Come back to me, for you I crave !
The fire burns and kills inside,
The fire burns, cuts like a knife,
No, there is no one who can hide,
And yet its path is full of life.