The world falls as your ashes turn to dust Lightly, death brings blight and plight upon our lands My hand opens, reaching out Like God, I wait for the clasp of yours To pull, to raise, to help you stand To bring your face into the light

All that touches me is already burned I cannot hold what will not hold shape The ash, the smoke, in haze covers all It blinds my grasp

Let my hand fall and I with it Razed and withered in my sight is all My head upon a barren rock I place one hand behind my back, the other follows I wait for an axe to fall To sever my neck, head from body To die with you I wait In death with all to be