A moment of passion so easily shared,
with no fear or regret.
The memories flood through my mind,
a moment of passion I'll never forget.
Hate is a feeling that boils with rage.
Hate is a feeling you lose with age.
Hate is a feeling that eats inside.
Hate is a feeling we all should hide.
Isn't is sad when an angel cries?
Small pearl drops fall from the skies,
holy water flows in tears,
human burdens their only fears.
From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust.
You'll rise again, in this I'll trust.
You're in our hearts, 'till the end.
We will meet again, depart my friend.
Out of my cut the blood will creap
on my knees I begin to weap
watchin the blood fall over my arm
washing away all the harm