Текст песни Last of the Lovers - Vile Electrodes

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