Hallowed be your name, Queen of my world
Happy were the days destiny displayed
I looked up and behold, I beheld
A charming creature, the definition of beauty ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.