Send me out there,
Where no people are
And give up my soul
To its King
Let me die fighting,
On the battlefield lying,
Or take my last breath
By the sea
Give me the host,
Or an army of ghosts
An adventure!
With little compare
Out to the Wilderness
Under the sky,
Please set free my spirit
Until I should die
And finally, I’ll go,
To the Maker I know
With a soul that’s
as light as a breeze
But don’t let me die
Under haze addled skies
Of a city that’s coated
In smog
I’d rather be cursed,
To be laid in a hearse
After being drug
Out of a bog
