The faithful are all gone, only a few remain.
We are the ones left, but we don't look the same.
Wrenching, passion, spirit, eyes are only just a myth or so tell the lies.
Let love fill us agin, fill our hearts.
Blaze our hearts till nothing is left.
I have loved you for so long, so much longer than I can remember.
Day by day and night by night, your spirit grows stronger.
In me I find nothing but pain.
In you I find rest.
The blood of the martyred should be our desire to go on.
What gains a man if he profits the whole world but forfeits his own soul?