A Benediction

Tradução

The Arcadian Wild

Compositor: Isaac Horn / Lincoln Mick

When it seems you're all but drowning
May the water quench your thirsting
When the Sun is nearly blinding
May you, by it, see everything

When your worry leaves you weary
May your sleep be sound and healing
When the road is long and winding
And the wrong story is selling
May you find your own worth writing

When the fairies tell of weeping
May you show them all the glory
When there's too many to bury
May you know death lost already

When the burden's beyond bearing
May you know it's not yours only
When your body's worn and wasting
And time is only taking
May you find it all worth giving
In the silent war that's waging
Be quietly rebelling
When there's always more to bury
May you know death lost already

In secula seculorum

When it seems you're all but drowning
May the water quench your thirsting
When the Sun is nearly blinding
May you, by it, see everything
As it was meant to be
A wonder, extraordinary
Made to wander free and fearlessly
Unto all eternity

'Cause death has lost already