| A dawn rose slow and quietly from a womb of meaning | |
| Suddenly a barren face of agony was brought to light | |
| And it sang a cry of mankind, heart-wrenching threnody | |
| That grew to immense heights too dreadful to describe | |
| Still we stood with our eyes fixed into the ground | |
| Wishing we could be somewhere far away | |
| And the rain of tears burst from the skies upon us - | |
| The drowning, while shrieks beyond the centuries | |
| Pierced our souls to the edge of death | |
| The sun became our most dreadful enemy | |
| Our bodies burning, still never dying | |
| Wishing you never were stillborn with us |