The cracked plaster and crumbling brick
Were jaded in decay
The Howling Gale and the drumming rain
Summed up, a perfect day
The empty hand, the vacant heart
The bleeding, tear filled eyes
Bring twisted dreams and endless hurt
And a sun that is never to rise
Blackened skies and long, long nights
The music of despair
The savage truth of all there is
As fate, hangs in the air
But hark, is that a footstep
A moaning from the grave
Be quick, be soon, bring truth, bring light
While there’s someone left to save.