Moonspell White Skies

White skies roar with battle cries
Haters meet, lovers die
And I wait for your touch now
My flesh in yours and yours in mine
Once again I am raising my blade
This time we face each other
By these hands – untouched
By these lips – unspoken
Every heart – a jewel
Every heart – a stronghold
Skies come down!
White skies roar with battle cries
Haters meet, lovers die