Chapelle ardente

Your body possess eyes of great beauty
Grasping the earth for endless life
Beautiful eyes moist with glistening tears
I'll be under the silent, cold rain

Only once can I stand before I walk away
I hold the winter before you
Because I would break if I was without you
I hold it until death wraps itself around me

Drain deeper from my wounds
Bruising me with their depth
I am left to yearn the passion I used to possess
Yet it evades me like a remedy for poison

Fire within me descends
Strings still attached
Oh, sweet death, perforates my soul
Before I feel her
As salt for my wounds