a thousand suns have passed on us
this old valley’s out for blood
there’s a pounding in my chest
a quiet orchestra of death

death moved in, became our friend
we shared our lives up to the end
all dark eclipsed our soul in parts
this valley killed this very heart

we carried all we are, all we are
buried but alive, buried but alive
we’re barely but alive

dry bones come alive
covered in skin arise
breathe in, breathe out
we find our way back to the start

where, o death is your victory
where, o death is your sting
it’s swallowed up in life and light
this is the conquering