Could it be the worst shall fall And misery's gloom be the heir to life? Is there a choice between life and its end? Must we choose what hastens to fulfill the loss? Your image has haunted so many a dream Your shadow has swollen on so many sails But if you left this place Where the sun shines dim Would you lonely darkness Caress these hell-bent tears We call upon you in the darkest of times The blessed curse, your name on our lips For you we have flung Ourselves in the flames Without you we long For the mission of gain But we sicken at the heart of life Stricken with the grave desire To touch the grey wolf of the night And worship where the martyrs lie Make a grave for burning wings Bury the light of impossible love Our holy desecration comes To make a hollow sacrifice