Give us this day!
Our daily dead!
Curse the sun for this sight

Lay strewn upon the ground, can we not offer humility?
Breath hungry, life lost, faith starved,
Can we not offer humility?

Digger dig deep, feel for sights and sounds
Press your ear against the earth, upon the ground

Runner, ride out, against the turning tide
The sun beats down upon the land set aside

Foreboding fates will not cease
Laying my death before me
Arrows split against my hide
I am everyone, everyone in these eyes
I will witness the fall of efrafa
I will witness, witness the fall

Give us this day!
Our daily dead!
Can we not offer humility?