I saw him on the road, my love. He turned as I approached.
His eyes foretold our doom, my love, of subjects never broached.
I saw him in the rain, my love, and as he stared me down,
my heart fell from my chest, my love, and shattered on the ground.

A soul that's whole and free, my love, needs love and faith to thrive.
His soul was black as pitch, my love, a corpse and yet alive.
And as I saw his face, my love, a shadow come to life,
his gaze cut deep inside, my love, his gaze, a rusty knife.

He took me in his arms, my love, his grasp was cold as ice.
My heart had long since gone, my love, my soul would pay the price.
I fell into his void, my love, and all I knew was pain.
It hurt too much to leave, my love, and I was his to drain.

I saw you on the road, my love, but I did not approach.
Your eyes were filled with gloom, my love, with subjects never broached.
I saw you in the rain, my love, and as I saw you frown,
my heart fell from my chest, my love, and shattered on the ground.

A soul that's whole and free, my love, needs love and faith to thrive.
Your soul was worn and torn, my love, broken and yet alive.
And as I saw your face, my love, it cut me like a knife.
I felt you deep inside, my love. I felt you come to life.

You took me in your arms, my love. Your eyes were cold as ice.
My heart was long since yours, my love. My soul would pay the price.
I fell into your void, my love, and it commands my will.
It hurts too much to leave, my love, do with me what you will.