＂Alive  here  be  another＇s  choice

I  return  the  gift  to  my  maker

Relinquish  the  pain

Of  the  intimate  stranger

Sing  with  golden  tongue

For  my  brother＇s  eternal  rest

He  was  me  and  I  was  he

In  these  halls  of  sorrow

In  this  chapel  of  burning

Whisper  to  me

Worn  out  memories  burn

He＇s  calling  to  me  again

Like  a  passing  friend

bowing  at  my  window

In  this  chapel  I  burn

My  soul＇s  true  dark  home

Beckoning  endless  tears

that  mystic  figure  i  fear

The  autumn  dance  of  fire

the  faces  laugh  alone

To  meet  me  tomorrow＂