You are but a fool, knowing nothing more but to steal.

Aye, the heart bleeds upon your swords blade.

And my believing is but slayed.

Yet, you can't accomplish all that you hold in power.

Dire to your hunger hour.

Feed upon my soul as you may,

yet never can you completely slay.

For in truth love holds firm.

This is a screaming echo you hear confirmed.

And puts you in your place.

And keeps what left of me safe.

You fool devil of heart's plight,

I know the key to love's first sight.

And that you can't take away,

well,perhaps from me this day.

But tomorrow it will return,

and the passion of my heart will burn.

While echo's of trumpets play again,

And with the voices of angels, will send.