Keeper's Encomium کے بول

Whispering winds of purity Tenants of olden age Vessels for my soul Mists embrace my breath As I am being guided Into the harm’s way Last remembrance echoes there Beyond the fall Waits for death receiving Deceiving the wheels of time Whispers and calls of homage Pro gloria et patria Athwart the wild blue yonder With the vessels of my soul By the passing of my conviction At last I came to know All the contest of the time Has but tested my own soul Stardust in blood Enfettered with flesh Fierce and bold Your keeper, your son Has grown reborn Taken to thy face - the northern wall To foreign eyes unknown To paths still never shown