Exaltation Lyrics

(Inspired by the Anne Frank Diaries and the poem "Todesfuge" by Paul Celan)

See this my waning flame, thaw to a world of ice.
Light it in the faintest of moments.

I bestow upon you, this token of affection, for I am engulfed by the end.

I must be ashes.
They strike their violins darker as the final blackness nears.

I entrust these words to you.
My hope will bleed into these lines.
To form a silent song, to linger through the ages.

To form a silent song, to linger through the ages.

To be sung by the living.
To preserve, to praise, to mend.
The fragments of dignity.

Faced with the deep of deeps.
My spirit shines undaunted.

Spielt süßer den Tod, streicht dunkler die Geigen.
Wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Wolken, da liegt man nicht eng.

Play death more sweetly, scrape darker your strings.
We shovel a grave in the air, there you won't lie too cramped.

To be sung by the living.
To preserve, to praise, to mend.
The fragments of dignity.

I entrust these words to you, to form a silent song.

I entrust these words to you.
My hope will bleed into these lines.
To form a silent song, to linger through the ages.