The Black River (Live At Bowery Ballroom / 2007)

Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River

Summoned by the beating of drums

Our number is few and our errand is dire

We do what must be done

At the bidding of the high priest

The tribes gather for war

Evil sorcery is unleashed

Upon the opposite shore

Make your stand with great hound

The frontier is lost

Black waters lie before you

Together you cross

Take heart!

Do not fear

Though you know

Your death nears

We shall build you a cairn beyond the Black River

Where no one will disturb you rest

There you shall lay in your helm and your harness

With your sword across your breast

Now take a quick moment to answer this question

As the ferry approaches the shore

Will you have the coin to pay for your passage

And the courage to take up the oar?