This is the song of thy brother--in my death is it all made clear. I who have railed at morning, and struggled beneath the sun Have come to the truth in the evening, in dark as shades draw near. I wist not to have passed in silence, leaving the course half-run: Fain to have fallen in glory, in strife and fury and sound. Leaving the course to others--my captains to see it done, My henchmen to guard the bounty, my knights to see it won-- Fain to have finished the story; in life, in death, renowned. Hark to the words of thy brother: hasten thy steps to heed. The time of my power departeth, leaving thy hour in need. I wist not to leave you friendless, alone in the barren night; My passing be a gift to you, a guide and a warning light. Be thou therefore strengthened, stray not a whit from thy path, Recalling the voice of thy fathers: prideful and tender and grave, Swayed not by horrors or heaven, lofty and slow to wrath; Those who have come before thee, and those thou hast come to save. Upholding the fate of thy children--those who will follow thy way-- For the faith of the fallen is on thee; the hope of the little ones, thine. Be therefore, my brethren, steadfast; look to the stars for thy sign. Unafraid of the darkness, flawless and fearless by day, Thou who terror has touched not, whom riches can never sway; Be thou, therefore, blood brother--and let the world obey!