At the gates of the passion flower   I knocked for love   And through its folds my soul   Only heard the rumors of love...      Beyond those crimson petals in the dewy postures   Softer than sleep      Splendor whispered through the tears   Chasing echoes of love from a thousand lovers   Rumors of love no one ever hears...      Love is deaf to wistful lies   Love is blind but never dies...   We fall like love   We fall like love      From the highest love   My heart falls into a splendid tear   My heart sings when the flower is near...      Battering the gates with the fire of desire   You've plundered their bodies for your lust   Thou now must rise from the cauldron of unholy love   Prising the truth from the ashes and dust...      Love is deaf to wistful lies   Love is blind but never dies...   We fall like love   We fall like love      Love is the wisdom of the fool   Love is kind and love is cruel   Nuptual love maketh mankind   Seeketh love and ye shall find...      We fall like love...