I saw the souls

I saw the martyrs

I heared them crying

I heared them shouting

they were dressed in white

they'd been told to wait.



The sun was black

the moon was red

the stars were falling

the earth was trembling.



And then a crowd

impossible to number

carrying palms

shouted amid

the hotless sun

the lightless moon

the windless earth

the colourless sky...



They'll no more suffer

from hunger.

They'll no more suffer

from thirst