Could it be the worst shall falln And misery's gloom be the heir to life?n Is there a choice between life and its end?n Must we choose what hastens to fulfill the loss?nn Your image has haunted so many a dreamn Your shadow has swollen on so many sailsn But if you left this placen Where the sun shines dimn Would you lonely darknessn Caress these hell-bent tearsnn We call upon you in the darkest of timesn The blessed curse, your name on our lipsn For you we have flungn Ourselves in the flamesn Without you we longn For the mission of gainn But we sicken at the heart of lifen Stricken with the grave desiren To touch the grey wolf of the nightn And worship where the martyrs lienn Make a grave for burning wingsn Bury the light of impossible loven Our holy desecration comesn To make a hollow sacrifice