We are the torchbearers
 In a cold uncaring world, we seek warmth to feel alive
 To feel anything at all

 Calloused hands lifted toward empty skies
 Drifting bodies on a desolate plane
 And you, the righteous, listen

 Know that those who walk closest to the light are often left blind
 Casting shadows, casting stones
 So far from where you began

 How can you judge the quantity of love that it takes to make something real?
 To bring warmth, we must set this world to flame
 Watch as the [bad word] dictators of morality choke on ash and cinder

 Together as one
 beacon in the expanse of Lightlessness
 We are the torchbearers