And though life may be hard,
I gift mine now to you,
Willing at the last
To do what I must do.
I will balance Karma,
And right where I went wrong,
And sing in darkened hour
Of my own dirge song.
I know I’ve died before,
Not very long ago;
I know I’ll die again,
It was always to be so.
But. my dear, don’t fret,
One day we’ll meet again,
Two halves joined as one:
The moon and rays of sun.
And when I have no one,
I will turn to you:
A family divined from gods
I channel unto you.
And I will resurrect
By the evening dew
The souls you once knew well -
I give their lives to you.
We will travel in the dark,
Under cover of the night,
And though we wring our hands,
We do not feel fright.
A family like this,
There has never been before:
A long forgotten prophecy,
From the days of yore.