Silver stone among the sea,
heartstrings feel thine love for me...

Let me tell you
where the life song goes...

You would dream catch me
free-falling into ambrosia...

I
The stars above the city aren't shimmering...

Die in the arms of love tonight,
in the one fantasy that once urged me to let go...

Dream.
Armistice has arrived...

I give not of myself to thee,
a love like thou has given me...

My nightingale sings of passing flesh,
which daily sought to find itself in lover's eyes...

Sometimes I sleep at night
empty of myself, inebriated...

Come, sweet death,
into the arms of my embrace...

I have loved thee centuries
before thy birth, ages waned...

Burn
The hate...