For what price, may answers be?
Eyes ripped out, to never see.

His very skin, flayed on the ground.
His mouth no more, makes a sound.

Why do they, who loved him so?
Now despair, and fear his woe.

When the time, seems dark and fall'n.
Left to be heard by few.

The seeker then, shalt hear the call.
And so arise anew.