Smoke from the sun that burnt the trees
Smoke from the lies that lit the cigarette
Smoke from the clouds that stole the sun
Smoke from the lives filled with regret
A spark and a stolen forest
An emptiness that can’t be filled with flame
A cold house and a burning fire
A black day lit without a name
What once was alive now smells of ash
“You’ve nothing to live for!” they cry
Shelters will burn or freeze in the night
Less will love and more will die
Hidden from darkness is a light
Faint like the moon when the stars are all out
Masked by fog, growing in strength
Quietly it begins to shout
Out of the clouds music declares:
“Out of the ashes those dead now arise!”
Out of the mist an army stands
Out of grief come our broken ties
Monsters thrown to their own fire
A battle lost before it had begun
Smoke envelopes those dead and gone
Smoke from the clouds that stole the sun
