Denn Die Toten Reiten Schnell

Behold this pale offering

Whose essence feeds your every need

Entwined, divine in the sleepless heart

But what's to become of me



Wake the walls of remembrance

Sing tenderness my silent ones

Your eyes of wonder

Shake the walls with this severance

Cry bitterness, the passionless

Stained with dishonor



Behold this frail offering

These weighted words fall as autumn leaves

Confined and blind in the sleepless heart

While an audience still deafens me



Behold this grail offering

A quickening kiss for those who bleed

Illumination's price, it is your sleepless heart

And the gift of voice that sets you free