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"Brothers, gather round the fire | |||
Our ancestors, dear, draw close, are near. | Salute the dimming of the Light | ||
Shadows passed, yet inspire | |||
We too shall fade into the night. | |||
By the light of these flames, | |||
we murmur their names. | |||
Our ancestors, dear, | |||
draw close, are near. | |||
[[File:Death.png|thumb|408x408px]] | [[File:Death.png|thumb|408x408px]] | ||
The wind has spoke, the fate of our folk, | 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 | |||
the | from the golden cup." | ||
Revision as of 01:55, 19 December 2022
"Brothers, gather round the fire
Salute the dimming of the Light
Shadows passed, yet inspire
We too shall fade into the night.
By the light of these flames,
we murmur their names.
Our ancestors, dear,
draw close, are near.
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."