كلمات To Mourn Job

While we sit anxious around the bonfires Trying to think of things to say All is lying at the very brink I guess we've seen enough today Aye, it is with truth I say All fierce to avenge we were As job had fallen prey This night was just a blur His spirit we will cherish To mourn, we had no time The wicked's light shall perish His spark of fire shall not shine The bo'sun placed his hand with dread Over the poor lad's heart Job, so mangled an be-bled And the boy moved not ever again Our bonfires well raked Sent up nightly pillars of flame The next morning's dawn we waked There was a great wind and rain I hope some day, my friend You'll be back on peaceful soil The least said the better Gotten rid of all turmoil