Misty covered glass I spied A sad procession, snaking down The dry and deathly trail. Focused on the marching line, It settled on the fallen crown,
The heavy weight of mourning Drew each head to face the ground. Muscles tight on bearers' arms Each body cold and frail. And through the muslin mist The beating drums, the only sound... Twenty boats out in the bay
Ashes... Take me back to earth... Water... Quench my human thirst... Ashes... Take me back to earth... Water... Quench my human thirst...
My bones soaked in the icy cold And fixed me where I lay, Until each vessel left the shore There never was a breeze, The leaves were silent all that day. They say the sails were ghosts That stole the wind to set them free.
Felt nothing, but the beating of my fear As flames rose up and swallowed whole And I heard chanting fill the air, Were falling back into the sea.
Ashes... Take me back to earth... Water... Quench my human thirst... Ashes... Take me back to earth... Water... Quench my human thirst...