Across the Eerie waters,
Misty covered glass I spied
sad procession, snaking down
The dry and deathly trail.
And as my telescopic eye
Focused on the marching line,
It settled on the fallen crown,
Now covered with a veil.

The heavy weight of mourning
Drew each head to face the ground.
Muscles tight on bearers' arms
Each body cold and frail.
And through the muslin mist
The beating [bad word]  the only sound...
Twenty boats out in the bay
All ready to set sail.

Ashes.. take me back to earth...
Water.. quench my human thirst...
Ashes.. take me back to earth...
Water.. quench my human thirst...