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Take this scarred body
Annoint his heirs
Take a dollar for the crossing
From coins in his meal

Souls slight of coin
Slight of name
Then i'll meet you at the back gate
And greet you just the same

Take to my side
And we'll walk on
To where the frost of the dead king
Weigh heavy on the vine

Long it's been said
That the worlds
Of a man be his woman
And his lands have retainers
Take this scarred body  Annoint his heirs  Take a dollar for the crossing  From coins in his meal    Souls slight of coin  Slight of name  Then i'll meet you at the back gate  And greet you just the same    Take to my side  And we'll walk on  To where the frost of the dead king  Weigh heavy on the vine    Long it's been said  That the worlds  Of a man be his woman  And his lands have retainers