Farewell Sorrow

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