Sitting at an empty table 
Empty room to tell a fable 
No one hears the darkest part 
They are not here, and are unable 

Glory Faded, blinds are closed 
Spears of light reveal the holes 
Empty room, a still reminder 
Those who shouted unopposed 

The ashes rise up in glory 
Tell us a story 
That we’ll never hear 
Our [bad word] up behind us 
Bounds us and binds us 
Never disappears 

Hidden message must exist 
In memory remains a list 
Time will hide the darkest part 
The lonely aspect we dismiss 

Footsteps echo, empty hall 
Want to find it, don’t we all 
Empty hall, a lost reminder 
Echoes from a past war call 

The ashes rise up in glory 
Tell us a story 
That we’ll never hear 
Our [bad word] up behind us 
Bounds us and binds us 
Never disappears