[Music by A. Tompkins and C. Burton]
The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there
floating. They lie
devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in
sorrow.
Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no
dream
and death holds no final end. We all must die.
Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil,
I try to recover
the dead but get naught for my toil. The corpses
lie around me in various states of decay and no matter how hard I
try I can't bring
life to their day. Even by touch of the sword they
refuse to awaken. And I know they seek life not. And I know
they like to rot
forever. Even their lives were of no worth if in
their eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free. Now is not
the time to
revive.
I run with naught in mind but to leave that hateful place behind. I
enter darkened earth where De-syr has waited for me
from the
day of my birth. I cross the bridge of grace along a well worn
path to satiate my flesh within the one they call
De-syr.
Sorrow, my contemplating. Loving hours passed, I spent my life
anticipating sorrow. Thy cold embracing felt like love
back then
but now I know that I was tasting sorrow.