Touch Defiles

But We Desecrate At A 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 True 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