Let the light in as a ballad for the dead, now still living
Pull the curtains back, so that our bones may burn.
The night was long and heavy—it left remnants of how it filled every corner with its lazy, voracious, hunger
And that is why we must let the light in.
We sing songs about the light, to bring honor to our ancestors
Each day we prepare for battle with the forces still unseen
Today might be the last day you make the journey, in which a smile awaits you at the end
And so you let the light in.
But where there’s a will, light will guide the way
And the arrival of darkness’ greeting, will be the breaking of another day
And the inquisition of every passing minute is another opportunity to say
That you will let the light in.