Farewell Sorrow - Alasdair Roberts

Raise me high, raise me high

That I may see my fallen kindred seated

Who met with death upon the battlefield

Who, in the end, fell and were defeated

And the way they were tricked by death

Betrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated

I’ve stuck a knife in a man for less

But Death is not so easily defeated

And you can pray, pray and pray for Life

But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this

That Life is but Death’s own right-hand man

In every piece of his own left-hand business

So, arm in arm, we’ll run toward that pair

And, we as they, join them double-threaded

And, arms flung wide, we’ll run towards that pair

And never fear that which once we dreaded