Farewell Sorrow - Alasdair Roberts

Raise me high raise me high
That I may see my fallen kindred seated
Who met with death upon the battlefield
Who in the end fell and were defeated
And the way they were tricked by death
Betrayed betrayed leveled and mistreated
I've stuck a knife in a man for less
But Death is not so easily defeated
And you can pray pray and pray for Life
But know my friend my dearest friend please know this
That Life is but Death's own right-hand man
In every piece of his own left-hand business
So arm in arm we'll run toward that pair
And we as they join them double-threaded
And arms flung wide we'll run towards that pair
And never fear that which once we dreaded