The Death Of Love
Her penultimate sighsCalled softly on the kindling windHer saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truthAnd then a golden flash like the onset of HeavenLeaving her screams, breaking my heartAnd in the grip of fireI knew, the death of love
Where will you be when they tense for warfare?What will you see with your innocence there?Where will you be my darling?Where will you be when they tense for warfare?
Where will you be when God is glorifying?There we will be between the dead and dyingWhere will you be my darling?Where will you be when God is glorifying?
Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdainFor lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reignsDevoted to the votive ,holy standard aboveBy command of the king of HeavenCame the death of love
Where will you be when they're vilifying?How will they see when the truth is blinding?Where will you be my darling?Where will you be when they're vilifying?
Where will you be when the dark is rising?How will you keep from it's terrorizing?Where will you be my darling?Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Burning was the sunset like a portent of doomOn the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound
But visions and ambitionNever listened to submissionAnd she was on a mission from the highest aboveTo Lord upon the slaughterLike a sword through hissing waterShe arose where archers sought herFor the death of love
The righteous death of love
Gilles adored her dramaHer suit of pure white armourBlazed against the English in a torrent of light
And as they rallied onto nightA cancer fled his soulDissolving…
Framed amid the thick of fireAflame, a ValkyrieShe made him click without desireAnd in his eyes she swam a Goddess
And even when they caught her breathHer words would leave a scar'For only in the grip of darknessWill we shine amidst the brightest stars'
How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?How will you know if the sky is burning?Where will you be my darling?How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?Will you not flee and label me pariah?Where will you be my darling?Where will you be when they light my pyre?
Aligned with Joan in allThat was enthroned and divineHe swore to score the crimesJackdaws poured on this doveCrimes he knew aloneDerived from minds of the blindThe church unfurled for murder perchedUpon the death of love
Framed amid the thick of fireAflame, a ValkyrieShe claimed the skies were lit with spiresAnd in his eyes she swam a Goddess
And even when she fought for breathHer words would leave a scar'For only in the grip of darknessWill we shine amidst the brightest stars'