GROPE's origional page...
http://myspace.com/5338122
''Through many countries and over many seas I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites, to show this final honour to the dead, and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes, since now fate takes you, even you, from me. Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly, now at least take these last offerings, blessed by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead. Accept, by custom, what a brothers tears drown, and, for eternity, Brother, Hail and Farewell. Son of my mother time of fear a friend time of adversity a brother time of laughter, a comrade time of tears a comforter you are a brother of mine from Alpha to Omega. Son of my Father Strong arm, gentle word Loves momentary glance Reveals our brotherhood I am my brothers keeper And he is mine One root, One Father''
