Your silk is colder than the blade,
Your eyes are wilder than the fire.
We build cathedrals to be saved,
We sharpen steel for our desire.
While the heart beats — will be war.
While there is breath — will be love.
We're the prisoners of this wheel,
Of this wheel...
Golden sun on broken walls,
Dancing on the ash of pride.
History is just a chain of scars,
A place where yesterday can hide.
While the heart beats — will be war.
While there is breath — will be love.
We're the prisoners of this wheel,
Of this wheel...
Surrender to me… or surrender to fate.
A white flag is just another bed.
Duel...
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