When all is said and all is done. Beneath the ground, and man lies dead. When all the earth is a cold grave and no more brave. Bright things have birth when coo- ling sun and stone-cold world together hurled. Flame up as one o sons of men. When all is flame what of your fame and splendour then? When all is fire and fla- ming air what of your rare and high desi- re to turn the clod to a thing divine the earth a shrine and man the God?? (Riffs: Swan�?) (Lyrics: J.D.C. Pellow) (Piano: Swan�?) (Timpani: Larsson) (This song is dedicated to all those forgotten years.)