Raise me high, raise me high,nThat I may see my fallen kindred seated.nWho met with death upon the battlefield,nWho, in the end, fell and were defeated.nnAnd the way they were tricked by death,nBetrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated.nI've stuck a knife in a man for less,nBut Death is not so easily defeated.nnAnd you can pray, pray and pray for Life.nBut know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this,nThat Life is but Death's own right-hand man.nIn every piece of his own left-hand business.nnSo, arm in arm, we'll run toward that pairnAnd, we as they, join them double-threadednAnd, arms flung wide, we'll run towards that pairnAnd never fear that which once we dreaded.