Thy Feeble Flame کے بول

Consider thy way Consider thy fate Behold his ways of old Thy path in darkness Thou wilt rest in the cold The guardians tremble The melodies fade The strong men bow their knees Dust thou art The grasshopper drags himself along You are humming a sad song As your caperberry doth not bloom For lo The eternal resting place is calling your name The song of the mourners, can you hear it? They roam the streets, waiting The silverchord is broken Thy golden bowl The wine of thy life is spilled Upon the barren ground Thy days are but a shadow And the dust is dust again Quenched is the feeble flame of thy light Flesh is clothed with worms As God reclaims your spirit