In the morning…
Let not dark death glory yet
In the taking of our kin
We shall be made celestial bodies
We shall hold their hands and cry for joy
In the morning our saints arise
The belly of the beast rules the beast
So maul, devour and tint in crimson
Till our fruit be cast a-young
We sail past the stars, we are eagles in flight
We’ll arrive in a day.
So, do not glory yet, darkly death
Do not laugh aloud or gloat away
In the morning, the sun arises in our midst
Our faces shall beam, shall turn upwards
Your hunger, never again to be satisfied
It will be your turn to die!
(In loving memory of Dana Air crash victims. And for their families).