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 out demise It's happened before, the fables ignored A subject most vital, and why he has sacrificed
Why is death required, to turn a flame into fire? A radiating force A memory adorned At last, he was admired We lower him into 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 heaven above Ascension absolves none of us