Ritual of the Fallen

(haaa-ahhh) See the gathering of the dust

Every monument turns to rust

We walk the line of ancient stone

And sing the hymns of the unknown

Oh, the sky is folding in

(folding in) Where the end and start begin

Fall down on the golden floor

We don't look back anymore

Let the fire wash it clean

(wash it clean) The greatest light we've ever seen

Now the silence is a sacred sound

We tread upon this holy ground

No more words to justify the fear

The ancient song is ringing clear

Let the fire wash it clean (clean)