Žodžiai dainai: Groovy Aardvark. Vacuum. Human Candles.

Secret vows have been pronounced
for the last time
In that strange formation
They've vaniched off to rule the after life

Northern winds began to spread
The stench and ashes of the dead
Thru the mountains, made their way
Among the living near the place
Cut right thru their veins
Digging up old fears

The quiet nights, not what it seems
It cries
As human candles scream

Like there's no tomorrow
Without pain and sorrow
Feeding on their weakness
Will their spirits hear the promised call
Or will they linger on
Feeding on our weakness

The wooden churches beyond the trees
Made it simple to conceil
The master plan of a single man
To die together under the moon
Lost in a numbing glow
Their dedicated souls
Have left it all to sit behind
Tonite
They're going out in style