Текст песни Die, Emperor! Die! December Stars Could Never Match Your Eyes

Please tell me, it doesn't make sense.
On my way back home…
When the fire's out, when the lights go down, I'm left alone with what no one dares to beg.
After miles stretched and circumference I'm left alone.
I hate this town…this fucking town.
Sever all ties to watch and pacify.
(but)
December stars could never match your eyes.