Standing around a grave, chanting lines from a page It's the mourning denial, an age old recital The fear of uncertain fate An ember falls from the sky, foreshadowing our demise It's happened before, the fables ignored A subject most vital and why he has sacrificed Why is a death required to turn a flame into fire? A radiating force, a memory adorned At last he was admired We lower him in the ground, pour dirt on his furrowed brow The procession recedes, some fall to their knees Blaming the gods for a loss that they have found We will find Sacrifice We will rise Blinding light You know I tried so hard to find the fire in all of us And now I rise to the heavens above Ascension absolves none of us