Soot and fire in the sky,

drifting down as snow.

Although we ask You how and why,

it is not for us to know.

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Blood and tears within the sea,

washing in as foam.

Although we shout and wail and cry,

it is You who brings us home.

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Ice and darkness on the land,

as much as we could send.

A whispered prayer and lullaby.

Oh, how it will end.

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