there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead for five entire nights emitting no decisive life crushed into dust or sorrow - fade away a lifetime lost in vain, stumbling towards the d**h of faith solemn men dwell deep within i know not how I should fly, waiting for the fall a land of light awaits us on this side, or not at all i know not how I should fly, calling out to you nameless angel, face the d**h of faith which cripples you there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead the world is dead days of mourning, night to follow drawing to a close dawn is breaking, amputate the thoughts that you love most never in the hand, no seas of sand and resin there's love on crutches which always plays a part in the game of sorrows last remembrance, Sorrow's last remains there is no sound or meaning - the world is dead