To life's Own dying hour

It was not A'do
Which through somber parting
Spoke in life's final departure
Deprived have we
Through Sand and sin
Of such an earthly power 
Remained in our
Own dying hour
Unclear and unjust 
Kindred words of such
Have we been returned 
To dust Again
Ashes to ashes
We have forged on 
Through our journey long
Pilgrims in an unfamiliar sight
Try as I can 
To make sense of the 
Matter at hand 
I will try with all my might 
As we grow old
We Adventurers so bold 
And take time 
To take scent to flowers
We move on 
Singing our song 
Of the kindred spirit 
Through Life's 
Own Sweet Departure