Texty:
From Ashes Rise The Widow

faces darkness in her last remaining times, asking herself what the carcasses are up to. After a hundred years, they're still doing better than the widow

, are cremated by the riverside Up to the morning sun they rise The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the

the bodies, are cremated by the riverside Up to the morning sun they rise The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon