Eruptions of fire and stone all around.
They fill the air and shake the ground.
And it's proving impermanence, the tortured
landscape heaves.
Nothing will be left alive.
Bury my remains.
under ashes falling on my grave.
Make me whole again.
give me the sight to see your ends.
Bury my remains, cover up this body in decay.
Make me whole again,
paint me on a brand new canvas.
Not far from here, a place prepared.
Can't find me way, send up a flare.
Open the sky.
show me the way through twilight.
Even now I see a spark in the distance.
A flicker of hope for peace and silence.
This span so hostile, won't last forever.
This path through struggle will make me stronger.