Earthshine by Summoning
Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled drum
And all the trumpets mournful blast
They tell that the time ... that the combatant's time
has come
to all his dreams of glory past
Sealed till the last ... the last deep trumpet shake,
The earth with all its awful sound
Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake,
While even nature sinks around!
The mother weeps ... she weeps her beloved son,
Who was her hope her joy her pride
He was the one ... the widows only one
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