How can you still deny you’re blind in mercy Even though you die You accept no pity You fall yet manage to survive When a hand is offered You pull him down Down to this moat The ferryliner of the fall, the boat is a draw The passengers not dead, but here they’re kept The Heracles of mischief, the deeds are brief But long as a lifetime, to walk in the demi- god’s footsteps to find There’s no way to climb Walls as the bell chimes Deafening in time |