Analysis of City of the dead men

The city of the deadmen
Where the hopes are lost
            and rise no more
Where the sun is asleep
            to yawning fate
Where the faith flies away
            with the winds of the past
And souls are bond to herald
            the lost destiny
This is the city of the deadmen
Where darkness is locked forever
             against its members
This is the city where prayers
              are never answered
But this is not my city
              where the songs of sorrow
Is their last supper
Those that refuse to take the cross
To the city of the saints
 Where the lights and life
             lives a glowing forever
That is my city.