When incandescent passions are gone your love turns into a war

Alone, cold friday night, the friend's call and you are here
Bar, drinks, bottle and glass, you're outcast with no fear
Among the living dead, she come from your ex-life
She say: “smouldering embers the thing we can't deny”

When you're alone, seems no one care
She'll tell you, oh lets try again
But incandescent passions were gone
And your love turns into a war

Around so many faces, but no one looks at you
She's near warting for answer, you know she knows you do
Wrong choise of drunken man who can't resist desire
Again you come with her, it is not the first time

When incandescent passions are gone
This flame will never ever burn
You can't come into one river twice
This river is styx, death and demise
Ex-love is opression, lesson you have to learn
Only destruction and pain, something you can't return