[Qorban:] "Through blood and thorns I wandered, freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below. All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris, and shells of stone remain, drowning in ashes, a s if we had never been. Everyone I had ever known. Everyone I'd ever meet. Everyone I ever loved. Gone with the centuries, lost under a sea of ashes."
Only now when every chance To belong Is bitterly gone I feel I do
For the very first time I understand The gift we had Now forever gone
All I ever knew lie dead And their epitaphs the ashes guard Must I live to mourn the world Or find reunion once the ashes part
For I am chosen To speak At the open grave Of each and everyone
How can I mourn For every man? May I soon Lie with them
[Qorban:] "How can I go on, when all I have is a grave? When one place is as good as another, to lie down and belatedly join where I belong. Let it end here, with me."
This unearthly knell A deadly gale, or A grace of life?