Raise me high, raise me high,
That I may see my fallen kindred seated.
Who met with d**h upon the battlefield,
Who, in the end, fell and were defeated.
And the way they were tricked by d**h,
Betrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated.
I've stuck a knife in a man for less,
But d**h 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 d**h'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.