In my endless struggle to survive
there were times I was so down and out...

Near the riverbed I stood before you
the wind blowing through my long blond hair...

As we met that early September night
I loved you at first glance...

My heart is bleeding crimson tears
Ripped out from my chest, left to decay...

My heart is like a velvet glove
That seeks the hand of thee...

Every day
I visit her...

My land
It's once fertile ground...

We met, only a few days before Christmas,
in a dark and gloomy house down South...

On waves of intense pleasure
I roll to wards you...

From out of the blue your request came
In a vision I saw your face...

I held you in my hand
until the blood came dripping down...

In the depth's of my soul exists a secret place,
created long ago when still an infant at age four...