Beckon us.
Call us.
Sing to us.
Our hearts yearns for you.

Drink the blood
From my splintered hands
That stain your stones.

Stand proud.
Honoured souls rest
Upon you.

O sweet stone,
Atop the mountain:
Ramiel.
Wait for us.

We're dragging our remains
We're clutching our remnants
We're holding healing
Even in...