Drop in D-Minor

This great rumbling beast above us
As we plunge into darkness unpure
Splashing riddles of light beckon thus
That we pray in the dark to endure

And here is the world at our feet
But we swallow our hearts and hold on
As the roar races and beats
So many of us yet the fall makes us one

No time in the air left for mourning
Here, death's dagger is sheathed in blood
Near the soil we hear cries forewarning
Some yet alive, some face-down in mud

Suspended we hang in this picture
Of chance, lit-up darkness and lead
No priest here to read us scripture
No graves here to bury our dead