Riverbound - Comaduster, Mari Kattman

Born and set for the river

With an oath to carry our old

We will follow their sound and never be heard

And always steer clear of the road

What will we do with the bodies?

What will we do with the bodies?

What will we do with the bodies?

We’ll be rolling down the river

Rolling down the river

Soil and clay in dredges

And we’ll never find the ring

Somber and blind we lowered the vice

But what can we see anyway?

What will we do with the bodies?

What will we do with the bodies?

What will we do with the bodies?

We’ll be rolling down the river

Rolling down the river

To the sea unsaid we departed

That oath now carries us on

We will fall in to sounds and inlets abound

Where a sorrow resides in each cove

Cracked ice and leaves fallen, boom

We hit a stone, we’re riverbound

Light fires to the ties

We’ve left for home, all that is gone

Shining light, horizon

Deliver us alive and whole

Blinding bright, harvest songs

We’ll miss you all, we’ll miss you

We’re soil and clay under bridges

For we’ve never found the ring