Beneath the festival sky Where the rain never sleeps A small flame was trembling In the hands of the weak From a gas stove’s breath In the cold northern dark The fire turned black And left its mark We saw the black flame In the heart of the night A silent beginning Without any light We gathered the names Of the ones left behind Turned sorrow to verses That cut through the mind We saw the black flame In the heart of the night A silent beginning Without any light No banner was raised No future was clear Just two souls beginning To walk through the fear
