Monica Richards - Alaric lyrics

Our power is pa**'d, our spells have been cast And penitent now for life art thou Thy spells were sure, for now peace secure Doth bless king Alaric's bed, — But it is the peace of the dead. For down went the king, and his palace, and all And already in his hall are the flag-reeds tall, And the long green rushes grow. Then take thy bride to thy cloister'd bed, — But it is the place of the dead. And oft from our boat on a Summer's eve Sweet music is heard to flow. As we push from the side of the Blue-Lake's tide Where the long green rushes grow And the waters now o'er it flow, Above king Alaric's head, — But it is the place of the dead.