Those who are left at the end Would have won with desire The kind that destroys as it grows As you walk in the fire Those who last right to the end Would have got there by lust The kind that consumes, never slows As you crawl in the dust To love with a light in your eyes Is to feel in the dark Directions are harder to take Every time that we ask Love with a white piercing beam Is to move from the black Direction that renders us weak Every time we attack We who are left at the d**h Will be under a spell One that cost victims their minds With a brief glimpse of hell We who were right all along Will then read out your names Those who stole secrets will pay With a taste of our flames