Across the Eerie waters,
Misty covered glass I spied.
A sad procession, snaking down,
The dry and deathly trail...
And as my telescopic eye...
Focused on the marching line,
It settled on the fallen crown,
Now covered with a veil.
The heavy weight of mourning,
Drew each head... to face the ground.
Muscles tight on bearers' arms,
Each body cold and frail...
And through the muslin mist,
The beating drums, the only sound.
Twenty boats out in the bay,
All ready to set sail.
Ashes... take me back to earth...
Water... quench my human thirst...
Ashes. take me back to earth...
Water. quench my human thirst...
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