Torch Song - Christian Death

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