No More Beating As One -

She was no longer precious to me…

I guess my hate grew much stronger than my love for her ever did

(I was) so tired of chasing that person who made me feel loved

And as we were embracing I cut and spilt the dearest blood

I’m praying for her soul as this blood on my hands stains me whole…

You were my life, from you I fed of

And now parted by knife — the suicide of our love

So callous and frigid was that stillborn soul…

Yet no other half could ever make me whole

You promised: «…'til death do us part», and then you made a stone of my heart

And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away

No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame

Gone are the times when I felt alive

Gone are those nights with you by my side

And now here I stand as the shadows grow deep…

With the death on my hand at your grave I weep

We were one yet not the same…

Once passion abundant, now pain

And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away

No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame

…Love laved with stillness like the grave in my heart

And all the reasons huddled in your seeping blood…

And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away

No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame

And with the last rays of the setting sun she bled her love away

No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame