Still these lips of ever bold
Fill them, will them, never told
You guide your smile so fine and full
Crimson tine for true and trull
Calling out to callow hull
Will you say you still believe?
Shimmering this hide of dreams
So gale in the hearth
Howling will we still believe
Simmered wine of valentine
Like water into spark
Will you drink this to believe?
The ides of lies of all
The summer of the call
Of the call
Answers of the dear depart
Followed loss and bitter salt
Shadow in your disbelief
Guide for guiles divine assault
Summer the call
The ides of lies
Shimmering this hide of dreams
So gale in the hearth
Howling sighs the vilest grieving
Simmered wine of valentine
Like water into spark
Did you drink this to believe?
The ides of lies of all
The summer of the call