How I long for you now as the church steeple rings In the square of the town where the orphans now sing I'm far and away in a place so unknown So cold and so grey, so far from my home The boatman has come to collect his fair toll In exchange to be free, I gave up my soul The devil is calling, calling my name Down to the place of the lost and insane And we sing Oh into the ground we go God rest these weary souls I am a nomad I drift with the breeze I flow from the rivers down to the great sea My heart is a vessel that takes me away Away from the madness, away from this place There once was a time where I longed for your shore A taste of your lips I'd want nothing more The devil is calling, calling my name Down to the place of the lost and insane And we sing Oh into the ground we go God rest these weary souls