Until All Ages Fall - Obsequiae

Labyrinthine pathways

Follow the serpentine course of the river

Verdant trails above spirits

Where the secrets of language linger

As a boy I wandered and by the sounds of pipes enchanted

My sylvan home — where the roots of my youth were planted

I hear the wooden floors — now as before

The sound of the ones I left at my old cabin door

Sylvan kingdom, serene majesty

A love endured by the moons gleam

Vigil reverie awaiting the dawn

Now through death our spirits live on

It was here I cared for the animals

And tended the gardens needs

Basked in the sunlit meadow

And gazed through the light in the leaves

Not one of them remains in this silent hall

Here where I sleep until all ages fall