Only ashes and bones remain
My hair is wet, my eyes are sore
The past has been fed to the flames
I try to stand on my feet, but I fall
I try to walk, but I crawl
Life -- as we knew it, is over
I will not bend to a cross
I will not kneel at your feet
Couldn't save us when the tower fell
All my strength and all my hunger
And none will live to tell
I rest in the ruins of days gone by
Of young affection and velvet sky
I do not feel regret anymore
I sense the presence of birds