As these years and tears fly bye
what of love lost in time, our 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
the love portrayed before their king.
The queens of lust and greed agree on
a witch, that bitch declared they did win
captured us to torture our love to no avail.