Christian Death

At the gates of the passion flower
I knocked for love
And through its folds my soul
Only heard the rumors of love...
Beyond those crimson petals in the dewy postures
Softer than sleep
Splendor whispered through the tears
Chasing echoes of love from a thousand lovers
Rumors of love no one ever hears...
Love is deaf to wistful lies
Love is blind but never dies...
We fall like love
We fall like love
From the highest love
My heart falls into a splendid tear
My heart sings when the flower is near...
Battering the gates with the fire of desire
You've plundered their bodies for your lust
Thou now must rise from the cauldron of unholy love
Prising the truth from the ashes and dust...
Love is deaf to wistful lies
Love is blind but never dies...
We fall like love
We fall like love
Love is the wisdom of the fool
Love is kind and love is cruel
Nuptual love maketh mankind
Seeketh love and ye shall find...
We fall like love...