where
no salvation comes from a dead lord
we're
cast adrift and there's no guiding star
no
symbol serves to act as luminar
and
we have taken a strange one aboard
as
sign and seal in these realms unexplored
of
all our dangers yet we're not so far
beyond
the norms of everyday devoir
but
have paid more than mortals can afford
we
asked for honesty and got hard stone
straight
in the face nothing could be so plain
but
to push onward is the single choice
that
folk of honour have bred in the bone
regardless
of the threat of lash and chain
or
whether the old villains will rejoice
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