The Glory Disappears

Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves That break against the shore, shall lull my mind And scorn against all enemies prepared And with the food of pride sustained my soul In solitude Sad was I, to pain depressed Importunate and heavy load My destiny has found me here Upon this lonely road And many thousands now are sad Wait the fulfilment of their fear For I must die who is their stay Their glory disappears Now I am dead and gone, my friend Life's pain has come to end Your star will guide my soul To ride the winds above --- The Glory Disappears - Summoning