We walk among
The dead above ground
Embracing this kinship of sorrow
A suffering shared
Of hearts left impaired
And entombed, in the hate of tomorrow

We weep upon
This void of our souls
Erasing what anguish devours
With empathy blind
Our own hearts confined
And consumed, by the hatred of hours

We would give our eyes–to soften the cries
We would give our life–to bury the strife
We would give our breath–to vanquish the death
That we live,
That we dream,
That we bleed
But together we’re bound,
An assemblage renowned
As the dead above ground, decreed