But We Desecrate At Touch!
 And Touch Defiles
 Afloat On The Evening Tide
 It's Light and It's Sadness
 Growing Fainter and Fainter
 Growing Fainter and Fainter 

This War of Emotion
 The Fate of Our Age
 It Rains Slashed and Sweaty
 To The Brow of Our Death
 Cut Off From Despair
 The [bad word] Deceit

With Dedication
 With Will
 So Purged of Purity
 Perished in The Night
 Where Every Dream
 With Every Hope
 In Someone Else
 Has Been Betrayed

The Passion
 The Devotion
 The Knowing
 The Nothing
 The Echoes
 The Names
 The Sadness
 The Blame