As these years and tears fly bye
what of love lost in time, your love
we bed in rock, as a commandment.
These years and tears do wear away
an artist captured in a brush stroke
another captured in a chisel blow.
Our hearts come alive once more
at the Auction-Block in London
New York, in Rome's Basilica.
Love, the essence of eternal life
some to never know too never see
their love portrayed before all kings.
The queens of lust and greed do agree
a witch and the bitch declare they're one
they captured our love only to torture you.