Never the load upon my back,
does carry quite a weight.
From sun up the stones are bore,
until the hours’ late.
Never the load upon my back,
does carry quite a weight.
From sun up the stones are bore,
until the hours’ late.
With your glass beneath my feet,
and whips upon my chest,
Always pushed without relent,
I’d never a chance to rest.
Now here I lie to sullen deep,
below the depth to sink.
Madness you I leave my curse,
upon your own mind’s brink.
From the darkness I shall reach,
from my watery hell,
and drag you ‘neath to where I rot,
and sit with me a spell..