The fire is out, we lost our name
But the ghost of our friends to us remain
Pale in the dark
Here was never a god
But we smile with a bleeding heart

Discoloured leaves are falling down
The deadly seeds are sawn
The clay is vile beneath our feed
Hope and love is all we need

The day is done
All song is sung
The hour of lead has just begun
Why should the world be overwise
In counting all our tears and sighs

All the leaves have fallen down
Now, the deadly seeds are grown
Pale in the dark
Here was never a god
But we smile with a bleeding heart

The day is done
All song is sung
The hour of lead has just begun
Why should the world be overwise
In counting all our tears and sighs