Temple Of Love Lyrics - Singles - Aion

With the fire from the fire works up above me 

With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand 

You run for the cover in the temple of love 

You run for another but still the same 

For the wind will blow my name across this land 

In the temple of love you hide together 

Believing pain and fear outside 

But someone near you rides the weather 

And the tears he cried will rain on 

Walls as wide as lovers eyes 

In the temple of love - shine like thunder 

In the temple of love - cry like rain 

In the temple of love - hear my calling 

In the temple of love - hear my name 

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And the devil in the black dress watches over 

My guardian angel walks away 

Life is short and love is always over in the morning 

Black wind come carry me far away 

With the sunlight died and the night above me 

With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside 

You run for the cover in the temple of love 

You run for another, it's all the same 

For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside 

With the fire from the fire works up above me 

With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain 

You run for cover in the temple of love 

I shine like thunder, cry like rain 

And the temple of love grows old and strong 

But the wind blows stronger, cold and long 

And the temple of love will fall before this 

Black wind calls my name, to you no more 

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In the temple of love you hide together 

Believing pain and fear outside 

But someone near you rides the weather 

And the tears he cried will rain on 

Walls as wide as lovers eyes 

In the temple of love you hide together 

Believing pain and fear outside 

But someone near you rides the weather 

And the tears he cried will rain on 

Walls as wide as lovers eyes 

In the black sky thunder sweeping under 

Ground and over water, sounds of crying, 

Weeping will not save your 

Faith for bricks and dreams for mortar 

All your prayers must seem as nothing 

Ninety-six below the wave when 

Stone is dust and only air remains