A walk past the past into eternity's time

We are doubtful of many that lies beyond the veil

But our hands are clasped, we will save each other

Until death do us part, we will finish ahead of time

And let the evil eye be forever under the veil

That is what we avowed, and what we must do unto each

A game of chance this lock is

We love, we care, but little is certain of victory

Our mighty sword hangs in fate's balance

Yet it is not fate alone that is,

They say we etch our own destiny and victory

So that at the end of the play, we shake not but stand in balance

Let HIs mighty Breath be upon us

ANd lead us not into temptation

But deliver us from all that is evil

That is and will be our prayer.