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"Brothers, gather round the fire  
"Brothers, gather round the fire  


Salute the dimming of the Light  
[[Roman salute|Salute]] the dimming of the Light  


Shadows passed, yet inspire  
Shadows passed, yet inspire  


We too shall fade into the night.   
We too shall fade into the Night.   
        
        


By the light of these flames,     
 
By the Source of these flames,     


we murmur their names.  
we murmur their names.  
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Our ancestors, dear,   
Our ancestors, dear,   


draw close, are near.  
draw close, are here.  


    
    
The wind has spoke,   
The wind has spoke,   


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we shall storm those halls.  
we shall storm those halls.  




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the shadows embrace,  
the shadows embrace,  


his people, his race.
his people, his [[race]].




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''Death is when at last we sup''


Death is when at last we sup
''the last sweet drop''


the last sweet drop
''from the golden cup."''


from the golden cup."




F.M.


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"Brothers, gather round the fire

Salute the dimming of the Light

Shadows passed, yet inspire

We too shall fade into the Night.


By the Source of these flames,

we murmur their names.

Our ancestors, dear,

draw close, are here.


The wind has spoke,

the fate of our folk,

when the bugle calls,

we shall storm those halls.


Let no man fear,

when his Time draws near,

the shadows embrace,

his people, his race.


Death is when at last we sup

the last sweet drop

from the golden cup."



F.M.