A Poisoned Gift

Forever young in a ground so cold

The splendor of your death still fresh to be behold

"For your hair was full of roses

And my flesh was full of thorns

And the midnight came upon us

Worth a million crazy morns."

In your neck an open wound

To spawn life into your love

And to feed the creatures of our world

And to feed the creatures of our world

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

Which condemned me to forever fly alone

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

We have tasted an aged potion

The wine of life which stole us light

May we gather might again and be as one

And to forever relish between joys

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

Forever young in a ground so cold

The splendour of your dance still there to be behold

Our legend is a sin in tongues

To eternal sleep, to trance we belong

We are none but an empty glance

Palid is your state of grace

To eternal sleep we belong

Feeling the rapture of the worlds

Beneath the violence of this curse

From the poisoned gift of love

Once I asked you to fly

And tonight I recreate the vow:

Do not fail to love me

As I have failed to die with you