Unless you love the one for whom roars this internal din

But love is small and very frail and can't be kept alive
My will is everything, my will be done
Raping what is left of you, two flesh becoming one
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

The love that devours everything, the love of self burns within
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
I remember writing in the womb, wrapped up in viscous gloom
Raping what is left of you, two flesh becoming one
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
My will is everywhere, my will be done
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
I remember thinking once that love could never die