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