Soot and fire in the sky,

drifting down as snow.

Although we ask You how and why,

it is not for us to know.

Blood and tears within the sea,

washing in as foam.

Although we shout and wail and cry,

it is You who brings us home.

Ice and darkness on the land,

as much as we could send.

A whispered prayer and lullaby.

Oh, how it will end.