Born and set for the river
With an oath to carry our old
We will follow their sound
And always steer clear of the road
What will we do with the bodies?
We’ll be rolling down the river
And we’ll never find the ring
But what can we see anyway
What will we do with the bodies?
We’ll be rolling down the river
That oath now carries us on
We will fall in to sounds
Where a sorrow resides in each cove
Cracked ice and leaves fallen
We hit a stone, we’re riverbound
Blinding bright harvest songs
We’re soil and clay under bridges
For we’ve never found the ring