The cave mouth shines.
From the top of this lonesome hill.
In the great hall you drink red wine.
You chew meat off the bone.
I beat down the new path to the castle.
I come naked and alone.
I laid my son on the bier; I burned the wreath.
Fire overhead, water underneath.
You can stand up, or you can run.
And I will carry you home.
I will carry you home.
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