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 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 A soul cleaves unto the dark It melts for heaviness in the musk The stranger wandered the face of the earth Coming with the answers or on a search