Coronach

All hail our star and saviour In times of woe and favour Ascend in joy and sorrow Eternally we follow “He is gone on the mountain He is lost to the forest Like a summer-dried fountain When our need was the sorest The font reappearing From the raindrops shall borrow But to us comes no cheering To Duncan no morrow!” Beckon the haar - it approaches Barefoot in the grey morning dew ‘Neath the slow fading sun, the circle all gather To honour the false life of you Be it a war cry, be it a prayer The last words you spoke, they still haunt the air The grievers look skyward, yet you bide below Restless in fire, and let it be so The roads of the coffin Are all paved with sin, boy Don’t run from your calling Don’t fear the darkness within Sounding the death knell This is your funeral Let the pipes ring out Let them squeal ‘Fore the coronach Rattle the death bell We bid you farewell Let the quines cry out Let them wail For the coronach “The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are serest But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest.” Sounding the death knell This is your funeral Let the pipes ring out Let them squeal ‘Fore the coronach Rattle the death bell We bid you farewell Let the quines cry out Let them wail For the coronach So dreich is the day, bleak is the night Winter is coming, with no end in sight Storms closing in, skies dressed to mourn Doom’s breath is creeping, But life still goes on Grief-masked hero worship Your facade clean, though sure it did slip That silver tongue, it kept your secrets From a scream to a sigh, and now speechless Forget the Lamentations I hope your torment never ends “Fleet foot on the correi Sage counsel in cumber Red hand in the foray How sound is thy slumber! Like the dew on the mountain Like the foam on the river Like the bubble on the fountain Thou art gone, and for ever!”