I have found a room
Deep inside the earth
Where they keep the lost ones
The dead ones
Overflow of the graveyards
Brave soldiers, holy saints
Victims of Plagues
Both rich and poor
I have passed the arches
The pillars of skulls
Beauty in decay, art from death
Hidden from the sun
Built from remains
Brothers and Sisters
Mothers and Fathers
I have seen the walking dead
Lost like children
In the heart of a graveyard
I have seen the broken souls
Comforted only by their loss
I have heard
Their useless cries in the night
I have seen the monstrance
And the cup full of blood
Eternal life through eternal death
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Exonerated and anonymous
Purify me that I might see
All that is offered
And what is to be
Grant me wisdom
And give me sight
That I might know your paths
Into the light