Scorched spring morning
The sun will never set
Don’t huddle by the fire
You’ll burn us all to death

Cracked earth beneath me
Crumbles underfoot
We’ll never see the sky
Just waves of blackened soot

And I’m ready…
And I’m ready…
And I’m ready…

It once was an ocean
Now leagues of bone and dust
Spires that once prospered
Drowning now.   in rust

Even when there’s nothing
They crawl out on the wreck
Clutching what was theirs
What dangles from their necks

And I’m ready…
And I’m ready…
And I’m ready…

Ready for the urn
Ready for the urn
Ready for the urn

Is this all that’s left
Is this all that’s left

And I’m ready for the urn
And I’m ready for the urn
And I’m ready for the urn