Frigid and lonely, your voice echoes in the distance, the last of the dying embers, kept alive through reminiscences

Fearful of the darkness, we hold on dearly even though we burn, your voice echoes in the distance, the embers grow colder in return

Gather them together, hold them close, hold them dear, your voice no longer echoes, the embers disappear

Silent and somber, we search for flames in fields of darkness, ash and thick smoke left by Loves burning carcass