The moments and the precious things,

In ones World betrothed,

Burn deep within as Hallowed stings,

When the longing heart has naught!

In battles fury, all things abated,

But comes the lull,

In thoughts remated,

With heave heart again will mull,

The moments and the precious things.

In his world betrothed,

Burn deep within, as Hallowed stings

When the longing heart has naught!