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A dying man's final moment |
Hark! The blue crescent moon of the night May your call fall upon these deathly ears May your silent moans beckon my broken soul, You call upon me to bask in your descending light Where your light may be bright and cold But your harsh cold will not flood me so A coldness I had longed for to take my soul Is replaced by a beautiful heavenly warmth Blue crescent moon of the night, forgive me This warmth, it shall forever be mine Beautiful heavenly warmth that surrounds me You are like a burning flame A candle in the night, may you forever shine Let there be no sadness when I ascend to the sky Let no tears fall for the life I will leave behind Where no regrets shall remain on my heart Hark! The blue crescent moon of the night Your light recedes in the night, diminish For you will no longer shine now that I begin to fly Heavenly warmth that surrounds me so, receive me Receive my soul, receive this broken heart of mine There will be few who wish good rest upon my soul Ease their hearts, as well as my own for when I return I shall glimpse at the woman who gave me your warmth |