Greg Weeks
Текст песни Ash Rising

All the little ones are waiting
For the one to call them out
Silent in the fields they're shaking
Pinching so as not to shout
When will we rise?
Ash silently rising
We are on the side of evil
Tell us does it hurt to breathe
Down here we are kept in secret
Loneliness our sole belief
When will we rise?
Ash silently rising
Cradled in the arms of midnight
Swollen and serenely bare
Will the hour of atonement
Find us feeling barely there
Ash silently rising