A Grave for Burning Wings - Strength Through Joy

Could it be the worst shall fall

And misery’s gloom be the heir to life?

Is there a choice between life and its end?

Must we choose what hastens to fulfill the loss?

Your image has haunted so many a dream

Your shadow has swollen on so many sails

But if you left this place

Where the sun shines dim

Would you lonely darkness

Caress these hell-bent tears

We call upon you in the darkest of times

The blessed curse, your name on our lips

For you we have flung

Ourselves in the flames

Without you we long

For the mission of gain

But we sicken at the heart of life

Stricken with the grave desire

To touch the grey wolf of the night

And worship where the martyrs lie

Make a grave for burning wings

Bury the light of impossible love

Our holy desecration comes

To make a hollow sacrifice