If you slit your wrist and pour me a cup of blood,
I would drink it all just to taste your love.
Swallow it down without complaint,
Smile and lick my lips if that’s what it takes.

Old Wotan traded his eye to know all there was;
I would do the same just to know your love.
Carve out my eye without complaint,
And hand it over if that’s what it takes.

A host of suitors compete to be your beloved;
I would kill them all just to have your love.
Cut out their hearts without complaint,
And piss on their graves if that’s what it takes.

Icarus drowned when he flew too close to the sun
And I too would die just to be your love.
Torch myself without complaint, and
Die screaming your name if that’s what it takes.