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 Sombre 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 into sounds And inlets abounds Where a sorrow resides in each cove Cracked ice and leaves Fallen boom We hit a stone We're river bound Light fires to the tides We've left for home All that is gone Shining light Horizon Deliver us alive and whole Blinding light 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