Three Caskets -

Three caskets on black water

Tossed over the edge in the middle of the night

Good shepherd watch over

And guide their souls to the glory

Their sorrow is fleeting

Its left for those who kneel and pray

Till cold night gives way to the morning

And

Oh, what the light can wash away

Oh, what the light can wash away

The harvest, the reapers

They dye their coats in the river red

Though shackles were broken

The cold will find its way in again

The writers are bleeding

To fuel the torches over head

For lo death it waits for nobody

But

Oh, what the light can wash away

Oh, what the light can wash away

Oh, what the light can wash away

Oh, what the light can wash away