Desire, don't you drag me down 

Into the dark abyss. 
Let go your hold upon my heart-- 
Love is not meant to die like this. 
Temptation, tempt my tongue no more 
Let this be our last kiss. 
Forget me next time you're in town-- 
Love cannot die like this. 
Demons, depart from my dreams. 
God, please take away the twist 
That perverts my heart, my thoughts and soul. 
Love will not die like this. 

Across
A moonlit glade
Went a maiden lowly
And her hair was glist'ning there
As she stepped, so
Slowly

Cry!
Cry!
Let bleed your heart
Whispered the rustling trees
Come to our feet, admit your defeat
Fall down upon your
Knees

Tears
Tears
Glide smoothly down
Drops of salted sorrow
She makes a sigh, the trees reply
Why wait until the
Morrow?