At the gates of the passion flower
I knocked for love
And through its folds my soul
Only heard the rumours of love
Beyond those crimson petals in the dewy postures
Softer than sleep

Splendour whispered through the tears
Chasing echoes of love from a thousand lovers
Rumours of love no one ever hears

Love is deaf to wistful lies
Love is blind but never dies

We fall like love
We fall like love

From the highest love
My heart falls into a splendid tear
My heart sings when the flower is near

Battering the gates with the fire of desire
You've plundered their bodies for your lust
Thou now must rise from the cauldron of unholy love
Prizing the truth from the ashes and dust

Love is deaf to wistful lies
Love is blind but never dies

We fall like love
We fall like love
We fall like love
Love is the wisdom of the fool
Love is kind and love is cruel
Nuptual love maketh mankind
Seeketh love and ye shall find

We fall like love
We fall like love
We fall like love
Love is the wisdom of the fool
Love is kind and love is cruel
Nuptual love maketh mankind
Seeketh love and ye shall find

Love came with with you before your birth
Love goes back with you into the earth
I am to love, honour, cherish, obey
Until my death and beyond my decay