Hear them in your sleep,

Oh, how they weep.

My eyes have seen them gone,

Far, far beyond their home.

May your whispers be unheard,

For their prayers are cursed.

Hear them when you’re awake,

Yes, feel the ground quake.

My eyes tear with the battle’s dust,

No, we must not continue war.

The fallen shall suffer more,

If the end is left undone.

Hear them even in their death,

Oh, the angels cry.

May you remember their wrath

As they fall,

Fall beyond the horizon’s eye.