| Sorrow and salvation |
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| 4th of January, 2002 |
| One night by campfire a small boy was mourning Thinking if there'd be a reason to go on Death by own hand seemed to be the solution Just about a stab in heart, a fair light appeared His breath paused shortly And time seemed to stand still The angel approached And spoke with him all night [about] Life, live by the day Your spirit is pure Valiant in glory Home, homewards you're bound You'll find the way Don't ever worry Yade, don't contemplate Mandos shall wait In fires so fiery Bright, star of the night Earendil shines bright That was the story Now that his spirit is enlightened with soft words The campfire grew cold but his heart is full of warmth The words kept resounding; "My wings art thine protectie" All that he learnt that night he passed over to his sons The boy returned home The townsmen saw a change A strange light in his eyes He never been the same [he saw] Life, live by the day Your spirit is pure Valiant in glory Home, homewards you're bound You'll find the way Don't ever worry Yade, don't contemplate Mandos shall wait In fires so fiery Bright, star of the night Earendil shines bright That was the story |