As childhood died the old year Made The Soldier reappear The ash embowered night and day As at the gate she prayed Wyman, am I worthy? Speak your wordle to me
So look behind, look before Life knocking at death's door And teake to your dark-haired Lord Forever bleeding with The Word So look before, look behind Life and death all intertwined And teake to your dark-haired Lord Forever bleeding with The Word