You have heard the tolling of 12 strokes.
Wherever a friend may roam, whatever their
lot in life may be, when this hour falls upon
the dial of night, the great heart of friendship
swells and throbs. It is the golden hour of
recollection, the homecoming of those who
wander, the mystic roll call of those who
will come no more.
Morning and noon may pass us by,
the light of day sink heedlessly in the West,
but ere the shadows of midnight shall fall,
the chimes of memory will be pealing forth
the friendly message,
"To Absent Friends."
They will be remembered
Hoodoo M'Crack
Devil'n M'Crack
Forge'n M'Crack
Mayhem
Allie Sutherland