A message meant to sow despair Defect to escape this senselessness Hear the sound of their sorrow The wailing of the dead The dead The dead No sticks burned No comfort given No rest for wandering soul No end in sight These endless nights No rest for wandering soul The alien noise, clashing cymbals Evocating superstition Wandering in the thousands Bearing eternal hatred No sticks burned No comfort given No rest for wandering soul No end in sight These endless nights No rest for wandering soul By strangers buried In shallow graves No rites, no nothing Disgraced and ravaged No stones risen No incense wreaths There’ll be no peace For the deceased No rest for wandering soul No rest for wandering soul Aimless wanderer Buried far from home Lost and suffering Wandering soul