Victim of Love - Engelsstaub

I sit alone at your graveside and feel empty

And sad: I think of times of bliss and passion

And of the love we felt for each other.

It was

So honest and very fond, our bodies melted

To one.

But now you rest here in your grave

So strange and far from me

My dear my dear don’t worry about me.

I feel

Now free from cares.

Tenthousand angels

Shelter me and in the spirit you’re here with

Me.

I’ve felt so free and without pain as I left

The face of this earth.

Now by night I’ll visit you

In your dreams that you can touch me there

Love hurts, pain hurts — love is pain