Stand enraptured A revelation A strange elegance To this desolation All that once was Slowly vanishes No grace or redemption It all ends with this If you deal with devils They'll mark your cards Innocence forgotten In holy wars So this is our fate Fall of man to end it all Lie here in ashen snow Buried where we fell All the rest of the lovers Draw their lines in the sand Faint gestures washed away As the sea reclaims land All the scars that we etched on the earth Time and tide will erase We're the last of the lovers And we've fallen from grace