A two-fold passion, a rose of unlimited fashion, shining in your smile, the days of ice and, the nights of desire, leaving, and meeting, sad to be together, pained to be apart, a war we cannot, understand.

A two-fold passion, a rose of unlimited fashion, shining in your smile, the days of ice and, the nights of desire, leaving, and meeting, sad to be together, pained to be apart, a war we cannot, understand.
It's time again, to forget the past and embrace, the present, a gift, given from grace, to wisdom divine, everlasting love embrace. And the evil witches, swirling in the caverns, shall not come near, instead shall fear, a coming day. Turning on the waypoint, setting signals North, turning on the backside, finding easterly headings, taken from your palms.