After all this time that’s passed
We stand as we've ever stood
Blasted on the brink of blasphemy.
But it's no use - we're frozen
Out of time - we cannot
In spite our earnest entreaties
Like Odysseus in the house of Hades
His hand stretched out to vainly clasp
From the depths of the netherworld
The one he loved and lost.
We can only hold in our own
Make homage in blood and wine
The life that was theirs’, forgone
And to remember, and not to forget.
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