Lyrics

The blood runs black under the moonlight
A circle of stones broods alone, counting out the time
Men of the cloth, held aloft, rise up from the fog
Grim incantations pronounce of the unlucky ones
Their lives laid down on a sacrificial alter
And low, the multitude can pray they never again feel the absence of light
This ark won’t pass the straights of reason
Nothing on God’s holy earth can defy the tide
Men of the book, brought to brook, still pray for a sign
Of divine intervention, to silence the enlightened ones
Their lives given over to a truer calling
And so the multitude can say they’ll never again feel the absence of light
We feed the fires, burning in the hearts of men
Stole from the sun. Prometheus, your work here is not done
We fan the flame, torch the earth and what remains
Behind the eyes, a spiral dance of embers scorch the night
Hold back the morning, this sleep keeps me haunting
Your dream of a life, in absence of life
This fade-out of feeling, your image receding
The harder I fight it, this absence of light
The holy grail, the summit of reason
A million suns span the width of a grain of sand
Magical, fusion reaction changing the world
All men are Gods now, but cursed and doomed
To walk the earth alone looking for some kind of higher purpose
Even in dreams they wander lost, eternally seeking an absence of light
We feed the fires, burning in the hearts of men
Stole from the sun, Prometheus, your work here is not done
We fan the flame, torch the earth and what remains
Behind the eyes, a spiral dance of embers scorch the night
We light the fires, idle in the mind of the enlightened life
Right between the eyes, dead-shot and true and arrows fly
Hold back the morning, this sleep keeps me haunting
Your dream of a life, in absence of light
This fade-out of feeling, your image receding
The harder I fight it, this absence of light
Trying to grow but the darkness defeats me
There’s nowhere to hide, this absence of light
Searching the dawn for a fragment of meaning
Returning to find it, in absence of light