Love Died Here

In a cold black cavern underground, where jealousy and fear is found; In the crumbling church of an old ghost town, where dust and sin spins round and round; On a battlefield far from home, where the coward’s face is never shown; On a tape that proved we’re not alone, where roses bloom and hearts are grown; In a wilderness of snow and ice, where blood divided reunites; In the cellar of the sacrificed, where dwells the dealer’s dangerous vice. Where all the soulless hearts have cried and Death herself becomes his bride — This is the place where love has died.