She was no longer...precious to me
Guess my hate gtew much stronger...
Than my love for her ever did...
I was so tired of chasing.....
that person who made me fell love
and as we were embracing...
I cut and split the dearest blood
You were my life, from you I fed of
And now parted by knife - the suicide of our love
So callous and frigid was that stillborn soul
yet no other half could ever make me whole
You promised: "'til death do us part", and then you made a stone of my heart
And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame