Hallowed
night, void of sight
upon the tides of wind, call.
Swiftly now,
softly, then
His soul proud
tall.
Cease,
breath in time,
Old Father
hastens the chime.
Hallowed
night, void of sight
upon the tides of wind, call.
Swiftly now,
softly, then
His soul proud
tall.
Cease,
breath in time,
Old Father
hastens the chime.