Текст песни Farewell Sorrow - Alasdair Roberts
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.
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