⬅ Black River Falls

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[Verse 1]
Well I've time with the fishermen
Tragic, operatic, and true
Well, they mourn the loss and impending frost
And the fish will escape to great gaping maws
In Black River Falls

The fisherman's daughter went to the soothsayer aways
With nothing revealed that nothing is ill
And she left bitter, imprisoned, disdained

His daughter longed for truths
Hypnotized by the blacksmith's son
Collapsed into the pews
The funeral was filled with grief
Her mother made not a sound
And no one could hear her bite her fingers off
Buried alive underground

[Verse 2]
Townfather Spaulding, stingy with the woods that were his
Had no love for the Saints with their axes and canes
Not all would go to heaven, but still none would remain
In Black River Falls

With no wood for their temples
The Saints cut their morals instead
Rather make him a martyr than keep him Townfather
And the woods would scream murder with blood, ruby red

And, oh, how they came prepared
Swinging their hatchets and loading their guns
Firing rounds in the air
And Spaulding's blood, it would not stain
The woods would not bury his woe
A bitter old man with twenty-five dead
Sunk in the undertow

[Verse 3]
Bury me in a lily-white gown
Here in Black River Falls
Bury me in a lily-white gown
Here in Black River Falls

The martyrs wear black robes
In terror how they'd scream
Why it's us, not them
That sleep in the river deep
Anew they may approach
In time they may forget our names
Buried (/Taken) by Black River Falls
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