So we march along
Beneath the trees of Avalon
The cursed troops we keep
Fall like apples around our feet
We feel them
With every fiber that we've got
We are cut from the same vines
Where we're eaten or we rot
And so we stumble on
The Hunter's veiled companions
Comparing two handed blades
Gambling on past harvests made
But you see our girl here
She's circling the drain
And we just need something
To ease her on her way
Then she speaks of where she came
Abandoned in the cane so tall
And she speaks of where she'll go
And how she doesn't really know at all
We laid her on the straw
In his room shaped like a mackinaw
The wounded captain woke
And from his perch he plainly spoke
You must yield now
To all that is new
And like a fountain
We'll raise our voices for you
And then she speaks of where she came
How she's got her mother's name and her charm
She speaks of where she'll go
And how she doesn't really know at all