Hark, yee who stand silent crying alone
hear not a cold wind blow down on you
feel not a hot fire burn your hide.
Know yee life is free to live here now
take no time to sing your nania loud
fear only evil if it shows fear of you.
Hark, yee who stand silent crying alone
over your own grave you can now rest in
like a fool never sane enough to wake.
Know yee what name you are called here
life ends you never want to be losy
just free to soar on a soft wind out.