When they die under the sun
Ô God of Water
Will you hear and remember
The prayer of your daughters
For they cried alone
Ô God of Water
All your people’s tears
Shall you ever hear
Please cry for us
Ô God of Water
If your children are gone
Please take them home
For you loved us
Ô God of Water
When I rest in your embrace
Please help me brace
The last river
Ô Father of Water
Let me dive and sleep
Won’t you cry and weep
For you loved us
Ô Beloved Father
Please cry for my sisters
Please cry for your daughters
For you loved us
For you loved us.
When she was done, both singing and putting on the medicine, she took a long sigh, watching Missandra’s resting figure. Her sister had aged a few years in just a couple of hours.
“It’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard,” said Shareen.
“Our Elders sang it in times of pain and grief. Our legend said it was the last song of the last mermaids, sung before their death. It was a requiem. Our people made it a prayer.”
“Do you really descend from mermaids?” asked Shareen curiously.
