his_love_is_eternal aM i DiStUrBeD? One hundred, thousand hearts Lined up against the wall, Together they will stand And together they will fall. One hundred, thousand black Pieces of the night, Together they will fail, Exhausted from the fight. Five hundred years of lust Grating on his mind Leading him to be careless Your heart to be consigned. Five hundred years of love Stored up in his life, Addicted to the thought Of making you his wife. All this pain and suffering To be presented unto you, To hold you in his arms And let his power imbue. All your death and blood Is now to him accrued. No more lonely nights: Lamenting just for you. One hundred thousand years And five hundred of these still more To preserve this rotting love Of his wife, whom he adores. 050218 what's it to you? who go blather from