Good day innkeeper, pour me a drink, 
I’m thirsty and I’d like to rest. 
Got weary of travelling, sick of the road, 
I long for a place to call home. 
I have been so many a place, 
And I’ve seen many things. 
But nothing can bring a jump to my heart, 
Numb as I am today. 

Master innkeeper, kindhearted sir, 
You know not the burden I bear. 
It’s chased me ‘cross mountains, it’s chased me through dales, 
But I [bad word] from it still. 
I can remember that bloody black day, 
As if it were minutes ago. 
Sunlit it was, yet night it still felt, 
shroud that I cannot shed 
 [bad word]  
The shell of a man, in a prison-like state 
Far beyond asking where and why 
To live with a burden unable to share 
Is reason enough to die 

Can you, my [bad word]  
The malice that I have wrought? 
The dear only knows my intentions were good, 
Still my hands stained with blood. 
Well my eyes were so full of greed and of lust, 
I couldn’t see what was done. 
Now will you, Innkeeper, feed the one soul, 
That could not a many have fed? 
 [bad word] 

What has been done cannot be undone, 
It leaves a scar as you go. 
What has been seen cannot be unseen, 
Another thing that you know. 

When I close my eyes I see them grieve, 
Thousands and thousands of them. 
I’ve fallen from grace, from riches to rags, 
Yet pity I do not deserve. 
Well innkeeper, sir, would you ever forgive, 
if it were up to you? 
And could you please give me a meal, 
And a bed to rest my head?