Borderland

I called my son to Manala To see the land of the dead At night, I crossed the bridge of dreams To meet my flesh and blood once again I took him to the Lightless Lands To a vale in the Iron Mountain To the banks of the Silent Stream To the mouth of the Cave of the Dead An empty castle stood in the back A humble hut on its yard A gray door on the humble hut An iron lock fixed on its door Together, we crossed over the bridge of dreams In the borderland All left undone, in death, we had made complete In the borderland Father came to me in the night Crossed over the bridge of dreams Took me with him to Manala To see the Land of the Dead Together, we crossed over the bridge of dreams In the borderland All left undone, in death, we had made complete In the borderland Together, we entered the keyhole And we straddled over the black latch Opened the door of the hut Woke up those who dwelled in the castle A gray door on the humble hut An iron lock fixed on its door Together, we crossed over the bridge of dreams In the borderland All left undone, in death we had made complete In the borderland An empty castle stood in the back A humble hut on its yard A gray door on the humble hut An iron lock fixed on its door Together, we crossed over the bridge of dreams In the borderland All left undone, in death we had made complete In the borderland