The candles blown out, streams of smoke stem upward
Their lives snuffed out, so as to dwell in the emptiness
Pressed against a wall, a prison without bars for free men
Gasping for air and relief, looking to give me some hope
 
Stumbling through the deep snow, a flood runs over my soul
His hands trembling icy cold, like the death that grips
Wanting to warm himself, his heart and his desperate soul
Run for help to no avail, finding no one to be a true
friend

Physically stronger everyday, reaching the climax the prime
Yet cowers in a corner, feeling the loneliness and pain
Writes a letter by candledark, that he will never send
Fears gives an impression, a person could never understand

Alas the truth gives way, for now the lies remain but
It now does certainly show, they really dont want to know
Grim reaper's at my back, time has come to pass the test
Yet in the struggle and the fight, not one soul could help
the blight

The virus of lies tells us we're all alone in darkness