A flame kindles in the hearts of all humanity
When seldom an image of something...

I have sub comb to destruction
I have given away...

I can feel her loving hand
Slide across my face...

Love
Her gentile touch upon my hand...

I feel the beat of the drum again
My heart thumping in sequence with her steps...

The revolution of time
Is nothing more than wasted uncertainly...

This Life
My Life...

Deep in the hearts soul of all humanity
Rages a crimson river of LUST...