Yoseff
03-22-2006, 10:19 PM
Falling into the beauty of death,
We meet our ends,
And, among the first dead,
Our humbled ancient friends,
We go softly into eternity.
in life, we grow old,
We grow week, we grow weary.
The green force takes us,
And we surrender;
Though we should not go quitely.
Our bones picked clean,
Dead men shall live once more
Among the stars,
With the world at our feet
And the sun at our heads.
the end of all time is a time
Of rage and loud remembrances
Ow what was, and what will be,
Of what was gained and what was lost
In the eternal struggle for life.
We meet our ends,
And, among the first dead,
Our humbled ancient friends,
We go softly into eternity.
in life, we grow old,
We grow week, we grow weary.
The green force takes us,
And we surrender;
Though we should not go quitely.
Our bones picked clean,
Dead men shall live once more
Among the stars,
With the world at our feet
And the sun at our heads.
the end of all time is a time
Of rage and loud remembrances
Ow what was, and what will be,
Of what was gained and what was lost
In the eternal struggle for life.