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!