My mind is buried at the bottom of the sea

My voice is eaten by the crabs

You broke me when you broke the surface

Last, but not hte last

I am at the end of the depths

Wrecked and lost



You call me from the trees

But I fly above the bats and the birds

If I am a number

Or if I am a word

The mice that crawl on me

Know this word

The mice that crawl on me

Know this word

I am the last



You broke me, bu I live

Without end, under stones and crosses

You count your losses, your wounds mend

But I am the end of Oak and Yew

Of God and Death and you

I am the last



Before the surface broke, under the depths

Before the strokes of the lash

And the march to the crosses

Before you named me

Before you brake me

Before the first word and after the last

At the bottom of the sea

The crabs crowl on me

The mice crowl on me

They eat my voice

Take all I have to give

Before you

Before all

I live



Mary, it‘s time to pray, Mary



(first verse)



MARY! THE LAST! MARY!