Here we stand, colder to the end
I won't return to your loving arms again
I drive the blade in, I surely strike the match
I'll throw away all your loving
And I won't take your loving back
Surely a traitor's weaponry
Definitely a traitor's weaponry
Curse the earth, upon which we lay
The love of mine and yours, yours
The searcher searching high and low for me
Between no thicket or branch I'll remain unseen
Tear your eyes to the land, it will not be found
Our locket of love gone to Lucifer's hound
Surely a traitor's weaponry
Definitely a traitor's weaponry
Curse the earth, upon which we lay
The love of mine and yours, yours
Here we stand, colder to the end
I won't return to your loving arms again
Curse the earth, upon which we lay
The love of mine and yours, yours