Lo ´does the beacon shine

Awe the shaking breath of yore
trembling stone of other lesser known
for i beckon in greater holy
when are we the chaperone of our plights

too cruel is mind of feeling empty
too old is thought so plane and plenty

becoming craft unmade shall be remade
in halls of stone where men drunk for class and awsome mission

raise of ale nearer
cries of dearer
dearer to us
closer
bolder
older
older sometime tainted in colour of tradition
same in transition

the shrine divine
a path greater i climb
so tough spirit remain
so true our place to claim
remember
forever
never....