Precious LORD take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious LORD, lead me home
When my way grows drear precious LORD linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious LORD,lead me home
When the darkness appears and the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand, precious LORD, lead me home
Precious LORD, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn.
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious LORD, lead me home.Den grymme Pyrrus i en korpsvart rustning
Svart som hans sjael han liknaÕ sjaelva natten
Naer han laag goemd i den trojanska haesten
Det var den grymme Pyrrus
Nu aer hans fruktansvaerda skepnad nersmord
Med doedens fasansfulla tecken
& hans rustning lyser nu i purpurroett
Av faeders moedrars soeners doettrars blod
Som stelnat till en skorpa utan hettan
Fraan gatorna i stan som staar i brand
& obarmhaertigt drar ett mord i ljuset
I eld & laagor brinnande av hat
Dubbelt saa stor som allt som aer av blod
Gaar Pyrrus fram som djaevulen & soeker
Med oegon av gloedande kol
Den gamle kungen Priamos...