A ritual unfolds within these veins.
My blood does boil, my heart is a race...

Your name may slip from my mind.
Your face may slowly drift away...

Loving is not a choice one is given, as to choose...

This fire for you burns through midnights power as...
Whispers are heard of a never dying love. All so...

I am a world, hidden in time.
Crying down from above...