Sometimes when you feel there's nowhere left to...
There's always somewhere you can go to give you...

Dreams are made winding through my head
She walks upon this very soil, this ground I tread...

He walks endlessly through these desolate plains
Trying to forget the curses he's faced...

Who are we to control men's life and death.
Why's it us who decides their final breath...

Look at the ground, look what it has become
Look at your hands tell me what color is crimson...

Would You Like to marry me
Would you like to be my wife...

Your love is the breath I draw my life from
Your love is the core of my inner soul...