Heard a song in the distance, an unfamiliar cry
Amidst all the noise, a man of few words
She was painting a portrait, lines big and small
A stained glass window, a poem without words

Words we all speak, speak without words
Words are in question as soon as their heard
The voice of creation comes from the heart
An invisible world, speech of angels

The language of mankind is just music to most
To the brandy of the damned I propose a toast ...