2014-02-27

And am I born to die?


And am I born to die? 
To lay this body down? 
And must my trembling spirit fly 
Into a world unknown 
A land of deepest shade, 
Unpierced by human thought, 
The dreary regions of the dead, 
Where all things are forgot? 

Soon as from earth I go, 
What will become of me? 
Eternal happiness or woe 
Must then my portion be; 
Waked by the trumpet's sound, 
I from my grave shall rise, 
And see the Judge with glory crowned, 
And see the flaming skies, 
And see the Judge with glory crowned, 
And see the flaming skies

Solas, Shamrock City