There were laced fingers
Misty eyes and trembling peril
Figures dashed away, from the roaring plume
Incessant ringing
Incessant ringing

The quivering lands were scarred
Jagged cracks that mesh and align
Forging a deathly labyrinth
Leaving no choice but to abide

But there remained laced fingers
Misty eyes and swaying silhouettes
Each one alone, barks their inner suffering
Incessant wailing
Incessant wailing

Our saviors in salvos
Embrace the whirling mayhem
Piercing the harrowing curtains of black
Prying out those battered and scathe
One grateful soul after the next

And there were laced fingers
Fighting to salvage serenity that was
An oath of kin, now reigns over our days
Incessant cheering
Incessant fearing