Sing, oh children of loss Your cracked hands grasping for wonder in emptiness Stretching to the heavens from the depths of woe Like diamonds buried in ash Embers, smothered by the whispering ache of death Staring blind into the unsound light Still your breath slowly withers Awake, awake, oh sleeper Shroud yourself in the radiance of the unfailing Darkness is naught but a canvas Void awaiting the stroke of dawn Let not these bones remain as shadows, suspended on dust Breathe in life and outshine this soundless ruin This failure built on the vanity of man Awake, oh sleeper Shroud yourself in light Awake, awake, oh sleeper Shroud yourself in light