Though Red Sun Sets

Though red sun sets, no more to rise;

In darkness veils, my dimming eyes;

Though my breath flee, my dying form;

Though life-breeze leave, and blow no more;

Though all life's end, I know draws nigh,

And I be faint, and soon to die;

Still in the end, I'll steadfast fight,

Against the pow'rs, of evil's might;

When world's end come; when dark fires blaze;

When light no more, might pierce night's haze;

Lightless the fires; infernos black;

Swift death take those, who courage lack;

When through the lands, no life be found,

And shadows fey, creep o'er the ground;

Still in the end, I'll steadfast fight,

And fell that pow'r – Darkmaster's might;

Now at the last, the world now shakes;

At its foundations, starts to break;

Now that hour comes: the end of time;

But I shan't yet, sleep death sublime;

For I would give, one final try,

And one last time, I'll fate defy;

I loud and clear, defiance roar;

Though spark of life, shall be no more;

Then fiercely up, let rise my cry,

And echo thunder, through the sky;

The Darkness trembles: so great the sound!

A warrior brave, his life lays down;

Mayhap it all, will come to naught,

And all the world, to void be brought;

But still I'll fight, n this last hour,

Though truly small, may be my pow'r;

For mayhap still, by fighting on,

I might allow, new day to dawn;

But if that prove, fool's hope to be,

At least in death, hope I'll still see;

Now all the world, sees its last light;

My will – my spirit, pierce the night;

Floats sweetly through, the blinding flash,

Amid the clamor, and the crash,

Thus does your voice, now reach my ear,

As final end, draws ever near;

The words you speak, ring through my head;

They lend me strength, blot out my dread;

If I should die, yet still succeed,

Know 'twas for you, and not for me;

Now though out loud, I give no cry,

My silent roar, lights up the sky;

The shattered world, draws back once more;

Back to the way, it was before;

I feel it now, my strength grows weak;

My spirit for, the way does seek;

I see it now; Oh blessed light!

It sends me warmth, through death's cold night;

I see that you, beside me lay,

And for my life, I hear you pray;

Now as a tear, falls down your cheek,

Prithee be strong, and be not weak;

For one day soon, we'll meet again;

Over in yonder, blessed land;

And we shall take, eternal rest,

And deathless live, forever blest;

But this I know: 'tis not your time,

To welcome death, and peace sublime;

It pains me much, that we must part;

Your tears of sorrow, burn my heart;

But do not cry; with strength live on;

For you are young; your life not done;

And when at last, you close your eyes,

I shall be waiting, in the skies;

When spirit leaves, and wings its flight,

We'll meet again, in realms of light.