Liilia Morrison (Europe)

As campfire flames still upward danced
Full knowing they would die
So was our fireside love a trance
A doomed and searing lie

Rekindling your fair youthful dream
I was to heal those scars
That life had singed into your soul
In Satan's lustful wars

And I believed what others deemed
A hopeless, foolish quest
To me this love of passion seemed
A miracle, a test

I lick my wounds beside the hearth
Where long dead embers lie
Yet in my heart it all was worth
The pain for us to try.