All the little ones are waitingnFor the one to call them outnSilent in the fields they're shakingnPinching so as not to shoutnWhen will we rise?nAsh silently risingnWe are on the side of evilnTell us does it hurt to breathenDown here we are kept in secretnLoneliness our sole beliefnWhen will we rise?nAsh silently risingnCradled in the arms of midnightnSwollen and serenely barenWill the hour of atonementnFind us feeling barely therenAsh silently rising