And a golden mellorn was still young,
But daily one could hear sword slashing
Beneath the stars and the newborn Sun.
That world has died, but even now
I hold a steel blade in my arms,
My heart is devoted to the Hope,
As doping as scarlet wines,
That wintry years won't everlasting,
that Death is not endless as the Doom,
That like new fire, hot and blazing,
Truth will be brought to life in gloom.
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