| Then there shone lights
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| Of beams the brightest
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| That beacon was upon the earth
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| As a fiery tower seen beneath the sky
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| Bright as the sun
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| A song of triumph sun
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| Throughout the air
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| Threnody to the fallen
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| Filled with joys
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| For the love of those ones missed
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| With angels' sound may voice relate!
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| But here they bear forth
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| Birds screech & grey-wolves bay
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| The war-wood still clashes
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| Where shield answers sword
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| Woe-deeds come to pass
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| That which man’s hatred desire to fulfil
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| Now the moon shines
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| Wandering under clouds
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| The raven hovered, shimmering dark
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| Then the fire feedeth on a fleeting body’s life
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| The spirit of the lost journeys onward
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| As funeral pyre consumes flesh & bone
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| A song of triumph sung
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| Throughout the air
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| Threnody to the fallen
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| Filled with joys
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| For the love of those ones missed
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| With angels' sound
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| All there within
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| That in the world
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| May voice relate
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| A song of triumph sung! |