Axl
A Tribute
Almighty Sol, The Unconquered One, Lord of The Light, Morning's Blessing;
We gather here to commemorate our fallen comrade, taken from us before his time
We will not stand at his grave and forever weep.
He is not there; He does not sleep.
He is the thousand winds that blow.
He is the diamond glints on snow.
He is the sunlight through the glass.
He is the mighty hammer's crash.
When we awaken in the morning's hush
He brings us sweet uplifting rush
Anvil, tongue and furnace bright,
He makes the stars that shine at night.
We will not stand at his grave and forever cry.
He is not there. He did not die.