For what is love without a beating heart
And what is hate without red burning blood?
Roots of pain have sprung from your poisoned dart;
Every hour I spent with you lies in mud.
Wrong or right, love or hate, I do not care;
Even the trees and hills have forgotten.
Letter by letter, I lay it all bare:
Letter by letter, it’s core is rotten.

After a lifetime of pain I am free;
Now I ask the answer to the question:
Death or breath, dream or gleam, stay or flee?
Are you aware of my confession?
Dead or alive, memory will forget:
In the end only the dead are alive.
Eternity isn’t enough for me yet
Unless our love would once again revive.