When years have gone and hollowed our bones
And nature's taken her prize
Your touch alone will make my pulse fast
Your beauty still dazzle my eyes

When angels fall to scatter our flesh
And weeds grow over our graves
In deaths cold throw our hearts won't rest
Our souls still burning un-phased

When [bad word] to make me its bride
My last breath will shape your name
When Armageddon has burned up and died 
Our love will still kindle a flame
My love will still kindle a flame