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