A Song of Ashes

Le corps n’en finissent pas de brûler
Onde de sang, vent ardent
I rolled like the sand
The
Water
Unfurls
We are the everdead, the spark in the air
Dust and water
The blood of the harvest
And aimless on those muddy fields
We wandered all night
The columns of ashes
From the pyres draw
A solemn temple
We have reached the altar
Les corps n’en finissent pas de brûler