I don't want to sing of love---Love is a path that's lost---Love is the sun gone cold---Love claws at the senses...

A stampeding horse
With wings of iron and lead
Plunged into deep water---
I don't want to sing of love.

Forbidden paradise
Unjust contentment
Happy adversity---
Love is a path that's lost

Demented vision
Festival of misery
Compliant commotion
Love is the sun gone cold

Defended against misfortune
Those men of sound judgement
Have in their prodigious grasp
Love that claws at the senses

I don't want to sing of love
Nor consider its motives...