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