I held her eyes within my soul
Who burned their way into my dreams
And fire erupted when she screamed
What glorious destruction comes in moments like these!
Destruction and construction in the alleyway
With passion and hatred, love and war
Collusion at the sliding door
Where once was reason I don't care anymore.
The night brings hard the iron rod
To beat the flowers to a pulp
The steam flies high like wings above
And leaves her with a dying kiss.
And she will hold the river back,
And ride a chariot of porcelain
While he like Grecians at the walls of Troy
Lays face down like a dying man.
They two would only have the night
To battle their flesh and bleed Jörmungand
And though the fight can't be abhorred
I find I may be feeling Thor
And yet come back for more.