head O' ancient one to your rest.
From time out of mind you've taken this quest,
to rise again a marrow blessed.
But this day is over and night's begun
farewell to thee O' setting sun.
With souls departed on your ship,
they travel West their final trip,
Into the other world they go to rest,
may this song I sing see them three times blessed.
In colors orange, pink and red,
I say farewell to my beloved dead.
All that's done is in the past,
never forgotten, but to last.
To begin anew like the Spring,
as blessings in the songs I sing.
So depart thee now into the sea,
and in my memories always be.
Further reading (free e-books):
Al Selden Leif - Pagan Spells Blessings SpellsJohn Alan Halloran - Sumerian Lexicon
Aleister Crowley - His Secret Sin
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