Standing around a grave, chanting lines from a page
 It's the mourning denial, an age-old recital
 The fear of uncertain fate

 An ember falls from the sky, foreshadowing out demise
 It's happened before, the fables ignored
 subject most vital, and why he has sacrificed

 Why is death required, to turn a flame into fire?
 radiating force
 memory adorned
 At last, he was admired
 We lower him into the ground
 Pour dirt on his furrowed brow
 The procession recedes, some fall to their knees
 blaming the gods for a loss that they have found

 We will find... Sacrifice!
 We will rise... blinding light!

 You know I tried so hard to find the fire in all of us
 And now I rise to heaven above
 Ascension absolves none of us