Live Journal FeedOctober 3, 3017
O wind, carry the burden of our lament
O drums, throb for the heart that beats no more
O pipes, chant our loss to the skies
O grasses, bend in sorrow
Warrior of the plains, may your spirit run with the horses
The sun will not shine so fair with the loss of your bright eyes
You have departed these fair grounds to join your brethren in the skies,
newest star in the heavens
At twilight we will know that you gaze down on us, brave Frithlíc, Son of Frithmund
Your name will be forever whispered in the winds through the grasses in our lands
O drums, throb for the heart that beats no more
O pipes, chant our loss to the skies
O grasses, bend in sorrow
Warrior of the plains, may your spirit run with the horses
The sun will not shine so fair with the loss of your bright eyes
You have departed these fair grounds to join your brethren in the skies,
newest star in the heavens
At twilight we will know that you gaze down on us, brave Frithlíc, Son of Frithmund
Your name will be forever whispered in the winds through the grasses in our lands
