There is a tunnel that leads out of the city
The crooked soldiers trudging through one by one
I watch them, high up from my perch in the tower
The moving dotted line approaching the other side
And I wait and I wait and I wait for the moment to come
When the pilgrimage will finally be done
And I long and I long and I long ‘til I’m biting my tongue
Will the pilgrimage claim another blind son?
For far too long they craved for nothing but silence
The bustling boroughs had them clutching their skulls
Not one could lay claim to pursuance of fortune
It stood to reason that they must give this quest a try
One by one
There is a tunnel that leads into the ocean
The crooked soldiers would have no way to know
I cannot reach them from my perch in the tower
But I can see them as they file toward their turn to die
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