All the little ones are waiting For the one to call them out Silent in the fields theyre shaking Pinching so as not to shout When will we rise? Ash silently rising We are on the side of evil Tell us does it hurt to breathe Down here we are kept in secret Loneliness our sole belief When will we rise? Ash silently rising Cradled in the arms of midnight Swollen and serenely bare Will the hour of atonement Find us feeling barely there Ash silently rising
silently, ash, rising, pinching, atonement