Whoa.

On a hill there is a spark where the light would spread and strangle the dark,
A little girl stands at the door, looking at the blood stains on the floor.

Now he is gone,
My little darling, don't you cry for he will return,
You...you must decide.

Through the city they carry a man, washing their hands in the brandy of the damned,
Torches burn, oh, so bright,
Burn out the day, burn out the night.

Now he is gone,
My little darling, don't cry for he will return,
You...you must decide.

Hey.

Soul cleaves unto the dark, and melts for heaviness in the musk,
Stranger wandered the face of the Earth, coming with the answers or on a search.

Now he is gone,
My little darling, don't cry for he will return,
You...you must decide.

Now he is gone,
Now he is gone,
Now he is gone,
Now he is gone.