Stereo Alchemy - God Of Love

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost Who died before the god of love was born I cannot think that he, who then loved most Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn But since this god produced a destiny And that vice-nature, custom, let it be I must love her that loves not me But every god of love will now extend His vast prerogative as far above To reach, to lust, to fight, to defend The territory of this god of love O! were we waken'd by this tyranny Ungod this child again it would not be I should love her, who loves not me I long to talk I long to feel love I sank so low to love her scorn To reach, to lust, to fight to defend To die before this god was born