Although it's hard he bares his soul,
To the girl who holds his heart...

Be it not that I chose this path
Or followed blind along love's wrath...

Beaten rough in inch of death
The heated blood now on your breath...

One more cut and then I'll stop
But now the blood begins to drop...

Until too late is gathering eyes
In whimpered dreams and deadening cries...

The essence drifts within the light
Unbeknown to wrong or right...

Lust has come and bound our souls
Has healed our hearts and won our goals...

She seeks her soul alone and sighs
In endless passion she folds and cries...

Unbounded souls now roam the field
For restless warriors that fought and killed...

Until too late is gathering eyes
In whimpered dreams and deadening cries...