From the recording In the Garden of Turmoil
Lyrics
Lovelorn, we had felt a curse or, as Erebus only knows, worse.
Fogged by darkness (theirs).
Hydrochloric words upon our ears.
Let others talk.
I know love, now (with you), undying, it will last for years.
Let others talk.
Let 'them' talk.
I know love, now (with you), undying, it will last for years.
Day in, day out— scorching!
As they trade canards
that carry a reciprocal pungent smell
from their (infernal) dragon mouths.
Blowtorching! We did fire back!
Let others talk.
I know love, now (with you), undying, it will last for years.
Let others talk.
Let 'them' talk.
I know love, now (with you), undying, it will last for years.
As Eros, Mors and the 'others' know,
Anything immortal outlives the centuries— Σ' αγαπώ.
When they're as cold as stone,
You and I, in our sepulchre, will never die.
We will always be, as our hearts remain burning.
Woe to those who try, oft churning the excrement of the demonic.
Notwithstanding this, a havoc world, where a lesson
(by many occupants) on (social) etiquette needs learning.
Let others talk.
I know love, now (with you), undying, it will last for years.
As Eros, Mors and the 'others' know,
Anything immortal outlives the centuries.
When they're as cold as stone,
You and I, in our sepulchre, will never die.