One by one they came

Thinking it to be a game

Lay willingly on the floor

To open hope’s last door

Arms spread out open and wide

No need for shame or pride

Taking each hand in turn

To find the fire sword — burn

Twisting their arms round the spine

Like ivy around twine

Reaching under their wings

Here true strength brings

Awaken the dead

Words have been said

Coming to life the Fallen

Returning what has been stolen

Arms outstretched on their own

Look up now the crows have flown

Now the iron is in the forge

As they cross the deep river gorge