(ŠAradia 2002)

One night by campfire a small boy was mourning
Thinking if there'd be a reason to go on
Death by own hand seemed to be the solution
Just about a stab in heart, a fair light appeared

His breath paused shortly
And time seemed to stand still
The angel approached
And spoke with him all night

[about]
Life, live by the day
Your spirit is pure
Valiant in glory
Home, homewards you're bound
You'll find the way
Don't ever worry
Yade, don't contemplate
Mandos shall wait
In fires so fiery
Bright, star of the night
Eärendil shines bright
That was the story

Now that his spirit is enlightened with soft words
The campfire grew cold but his heart is full of warmth
The words kept resounding, "My wings art thine protectie"
All that he learnt that night he passed over to his sons

The boy returned home
The townsmen saw a change
A strange light in his eyes
He never been the same

[he saw]
Life, live by the day
Your spirit is pure
Valiant in glory
Home, homewards you're bound
You'll find the way
Don't ever worry
Yade, don't contemplate
Mandos shall wait
In fires so fiery
Bright, star of the night
Eärendil shines bright
That was the story

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