Love is lost
When the sun drops behind the MountainsNever to rise againWhen comes the Death of the starlit fountainsNever to shine againThen the Gardens show withered flowersNever to bloom againAnd the crops will enjoy their last harvest
In a Time where love is goneThe harvest of souls it has begunThe dark clouds from above come downSatan came to claim his crown
It's not the evil from down belowWhich creeps and lurks under the snowIt's not of Satan's will [if they] fallIt's due to the evil in [their souls].
Hear the weeping of a thousand widowsIn this Time of warWhere powermongers expand their wealthFall victim to the evil's loreHear the mourners come and prayTo bury their belovedWho lost their lives in senseless warsWill someone understand