---

We are the dead, turn bone to ash.

Cursed by no burden and yet we long for resurrection.

Ash to bone, we are the dead.

Known us well for we are your martyrs, immortal in words.

A lost light remains.

Our hands wash clean below the surface.

Ash to bone, we are the dead.

Earth and ashes are strewn to the sea

An ocean to wash you clean.