Torch Song

there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead

for five entire nights emitting no decisive life

crushed into dust or sorrow - fade away a lifetime lost in vain,

stumbling towards the death of faith solemn men dwell deep within

i know not how I should fly, waiting for the fall

a land of light awaits us on this side, or not at all

i know not how I should fly, calling out to you

nameless angel, face the death of faith which cripples you

there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead the world is dead

days of mourning, night to follow drawing to a close

dawn is breaking, amputate the thoughts that you love most

never in the hand, no seas of sand and resin

there's love on crutches which always plays a part in the game of sorrows last remembrance, Sorrow's last remains

there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead