[Qorban:]

"Through blood and thorns I wandered,
Freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below
All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris,
And shells of stone remain, drowning in ashes, a
S if we had never been Everyone I had ever known
Everyone I'd ever meet
Everyone I ever loved
Gone with the centuries, lost under a sea of ashes"

Only now when every chance
To belong
Is bitterly gone
I feel I do

For the very first time
I understand
The gift we had
Now forever gone

All I ever knew lie dead
And their epitaphs the ashes guard
Must I live to mourn the world
Or find reunion once the ashes part

For I am chosen
To speak
At the open grave
Of each and everyone

How can I mourn
For every man?
May I soon
Lie with them

[Qorban:]

"How can I go on, when all I have is a grave?
When one place is as good as another,
To lie down and belatedly join where I belong Let it end here, with me"

This unearthly knell
A deadly gale, or
A grace of life?