Hemp rope cuts through calloused palm
Night wind sings a fractured psalm
Coal glow paints the ruined stone
Heat crawls up through cracked shin bone
Wire and ash and wire again
High line hums a hymn we knew
Firelink stones remember when
Altar boys became the crew
Wire and ash and wire again
Copper pot sings boiling tea
Tin cup steams on glowing grate
Robes once white now stained with soot
Hymnal pages feed the flame
Tightrope spans the nave's black gap
Boots kiss cable steady slap
Incense smoke curls through the wires
Feet find purchase never tire
Wire and ash and wire again
High line hums a hymn we knew
Firelink stones remember when
Altar boys became the crew
Wire and ash and wire again
No organ left to shake the rafters
No choir left to sing the answers
Just two voices in the ruins
Harmonizing on the wire
Dawn cracks open eastern sky
Morning paints the towers high
Wire still hums between the stones
Both walk down when the singing's done
Wire and ash and wire again
High line hums a hymn we knew
Firelink stones remember when
Altar boys became the crew
Wire and ash and wire again
Wire and ash remain here still
Breath holds the final chord
Humm fades to morning light