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When the fire burns low

Embers in the searing morn

Pour the last cup on the dying pyre

For the four winds before setting sail

Oh north, there's nothing here

The hills are quiet in their decaying sleep

The souls here have lost their spark

Lost their spark

East wind, rise brisk and tall

Take me away, take me far

Further still when upon the shore

Upon the shore

West, dear friend, rеmind me still

Where my spirit liеs, and I will

Reside when my heart goes still

And brave south, bless my bones

When the trail weighs on my soul

And my fire's about to die

(About to die)

When the fire burns bold

Embers in the smoldering dawn will glow

Drink the first cup by the roaring pyre

For the winds to take me far

West, dear friend, remind me still

Where my spirit lies, and I will

Reside when my heart goes still

And brave south, bless my bones

When the trail weighs on my soul

Breathe your life on my dying fire

My fire now alight

My fire now alight

My fire now alight