The Fallen

Words and Music: Vilhjalmr Half-Troll (William F. Stuart)
May 1, 2009

Raise high a toast, to remember our dead.
Our hearts will ever hold their memory.
Our halls are emptier, now that they’re gone.
But, they’ll live evermore in our stories.

Around every fire, it’s as if they’re with us.
They have gone, but we still see them in our dreams.
And we’ll never forget the ones that we’ve lost.
So, we’ll keep them alive, telling of their deeds.

Let us pass on their names, so forever they’ll live.
We will mirror the good they did for us.
And their fame will spread wide, even though they are gone.
For the known world will hear our chorus.

So, raise high a toast, to remember our dead.
Our hearts will ever hold their memory.
Our halls are emptier, now that they’re gone.
But, they’ll live evermore in our stories.