Secret vows have been pronounced

for the last time

In that strange formation

They've vaniched off to rule the after life


Northern winds began to spread

The stench and ashes of the dead

Thru the mountains, made their way

Among the living near the place

Cut right thru their veins

Digging up old fears


The quiet nights, not what it seems

It cries

As human candles scream


Like there's no tomorrow

Without pain and sorrow

Feeding on their weakness

Will their spirits hear the promised call

Or will they linger on

Feeding on our weakness


The wooden churches beyond the trees

Made it simple to conceil

The master plan of a single man

To die together under the moon

Lost in a numbing glow

Their dedicated souls

Have left it all to sit behind

Tonite

They're going out in style