Annie Lennox Love song for a Vampire

Dicen que muerden en Come into these arms again And lay your body down Th rhythm of this trembling heart Is beating like a drum. It beats for you, it bleeds for you It knows not how it sounds. For it is the drum of drums It is the song of songs. Once I had the rarest rose that ever deigned to bloom. Cruel winter chilled the balm, And stole my flower too soon O loneliness, O hopelessness To search the ends of time, For there is in all the world No greater love than mine. br, br,