Anabasis

brother I wonder, What Kind of spell Are you under, and in what fresh hell, bares it's teeth, at you and me?(at you and me, yeah) from the banks of the river where the dead men sleep.(Where the dead men sleep) Hope for the hopeless, before the blind Do what you want with y'alls, I eat mine. Roasted on a spit, with misery and pride. I drink volcanos down, I bleed the oceans dry(Dry, I bleed the oceans dry) And brother I wonder, just what kind of spell am I under, cause I watched them fall in line for what they fear the most, and brother I wonder just what kind of spell are they under, cause I've seen them fall in line for what they want the most. just like a river of ghosts.