We wander the country which doesn't exist.
Throat's stiffed with a bitter knot.
The New World was washed away like a snow drift
Into abyss of the Cascadia fault.
Riders in black like the final doom
Run on the breathing flame horses.
All your weapons against them like a broken broom
And no house to hide from the riders' curses.
Yet yesterday a timid hope flickered ahead,
The candle was short but lit.
Today the rock and ground have been shaken and split
And the sea has swallowed the land.
Before that it had been a slow demise
Which was followed by a gruesome war.
And the bloody sun had started to rise
Above the misty old maple grove.
And you dear Jenny, my love and friend
Do not blame in tears yourself
For that you could not say last farewell
To those who's gone with no help.
Only God could foreseen from the heaven there
But who knew that it would turned out that way?
I guess nevertheless we should go somewhere
We can't go back. Let's move, we can't stay.
We have a hatchet, some water and snacks
To be still a part of this epic show.
Take Jen' a brandy gulp from my buttered flask
And god damn this late summer snow!
For the recent past a funeral bell
Rings, for all that has been lost and failed.
We, Jenny, are tumbling down into the hell,
Cascadia it was once named.
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