And the river of souls
And the river of souls
Won’t hear them
As they cry
And weep
Above the howling gale
Cry silently
Forsaken ones
Keep your breath
Your tears
Your money
Your gold
Lash out
Among yourselves
Blame each other
For your peril
And doom
The weak
The meek
Have gone
There singing
To a merry tune
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