Grim,grim and looking down within the valley far so far below
I watch as arms swing to and fro
and dreamers hope that all is well as marching one by one, they step into their heaven or is it hell?

All is well as profiteers sell talismans to men of learning,burning with desire to not fall and burn inside the fire.

And galley slaves,another time and still the drum beats to that time,another song, the galley slaves still row along and dream until the dream has gone and then the time begins once more.

Grim so grim and yet I lean to look within, for I am not a man who knows no sin and thus I need to peer within to set the course that I must take.
It was the sin that led me to this rim above the valley,where the quietness of death is matched only by the quickening of my own breath,

I stand alone to watch the rag and bone men going to their fate and wonder what's in store for this lazy good for nothing sore that is my life.