My lady of fate   She waits for the day   With that rose between her hands   She scouts me a place   For where I will be laid   Into the dust again      And with her cloak around my neck   And no faith above her   She will harvest my breath   And all that I have kept   Will dim in the color   Of a red rose at my chest      And I will follow her home   I will follow her home   I will follow her home   I will follow her home   Oh, oh, I will follow her      But of mistress of song   She pulls at our strings   And it's by her that we breathe   And oh, are we lost   In that melody she sings   With that rose between her teeth      As we polish our mirrors   Is there a faith above her?   Our hearts are her drums   And before us she shivers   In the shape of a lover   But we are still alone      But I will follow her home   I will follow her home   I will follow her home   I will follow her home   Oh, oh, I will follow her      But when that one warm touch   Finds it's way to my face   In the mask of a sin   Well, I'll know that it's love   We are glad that she came   For it's time to forgive      And she will teach us to breathe   With a breath so warm   It would make her a mother   Or away she will lead   With that rose as her torch   And no faith above her      And I will follow her home   I will follow her home   I will follow her home   I will follow her home   Oh, oh, I will follow her   Home