“My dear Helen”, he said. “Your friend tomorrow will be dead. Do you remember Those summer nights Inflamed by luring southern lights?
What is it Helen? What has gone wrong? Though alive my love is Soon it will be gone…
Your love is death Your touches lie Once I would have given you my whole life. Now it’s time to leave The past behind Your love is death Your touches lie…
Your love is death
Your love is death Your touches lie Once I would have given you my whole life. Now it’s time to leave The past behind Your love is death Fire’s turned to ice”