The Fires of passion

Should all that I have known change
Bring to dust all my dreams
I should rest in peace knowing
There was passion in knowing you

 If evil should I be called
And shalt be declared a lustful beast
My soul shall not seek shelter
From the name calling ever

In the fire of passion for you
My heart was warm, my soul burnt bright
And to those who know not love
Need to agree with me

That love shall die, a slow cold death
Without the fire of passion
And from its fires I forged the blade of love
And stabbed my heart for thee

If you shalt visit my grave
Touch the earth where I lie
Don't say a word, for they don't mean a thing
Just stand there, where this lover lays.