Dredging up the graves, there’s nothing else for me to do.
Worship in the reign, I’ll never watch the sun with you.

Digging holes for souls, burying my blades.
Fire for the cold, as the mourning fades.

Tell me to be stoic, tell me to be strong.
Tell me to be hollow, tell me nothing’s wrong.

Sunken in the fen, drowning in the dark.
Circles with the pen, lock away her heart.