COUNT ON IT Count your treasures if you can Torn from the heart of a gentle man Washed in the blood of a lovers pain Bleached in a barren desert plain Count your pleasures if you dare Bought with the kiss of raven hair Stored in a cruel frozen heart Locked in the dungeons of the dark Count the years of beauties reign Telling the time of judgements pain Ending your power over men Lost to the raging storm again Where will the faithful lover be Sworn to defend and care for thee Easing the bitter blows of life Sharing his joy with wedded wife B.E.