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

Well 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

There is no sound or meaning - the world is dead
The world is dead

Days of mourning, night to follow
Drawing to a close
The 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
Sorrows last remain

There is no sound or meaning - the world is dead