Slowly, lowly
Going through the rites;
Echoing indepth
‘re my hearty cries

Fumes, fires rising high
Furiously dying by
Like a lonely passerby
I can only sob and sigh
Tearfully,
The carnival dies
Echoing indepthly
‘re my hearty cries

Desperately burning bright
Roaming highly like a kite
Searching where you now reside
Settling in peace and pride
There my destiny
Ultimately lies
Echoing indepthly
‘re my hearty cries.

Slowly, lowly
going through the rites;
echoing indepthly
‘re my hearty cries