• Whisper to me one more time,
    your sweet breath against my burning cheek,
    a prayer and a prophesy.
    Sad strength lost hope, grows weak,
    as you hold me in your safe arms,
    bitter as we cry.
    Kiss me before I die.

    Trace my lips with trembling fingers,
    butterflie’s wing light,
    as if afraid to linger.
    Have I, in death,
    little but to say
    partings in thy last breath.
    together with love we defy
    Kiss me before I die.

    Faith lose not,
    hope comes after,
    war so rashly faught.
    Last moment, last life,
    cut away
    cruel knife
    Cradle in which we lie
    Kiss me before I die.