For the Finding Songtext
von Kris Gruen

Ancient market place, baghdad square
A servant man has a terrible scare
In the steeple′s shadow he sees death
Standing there
Beneath a dark hood he sees red eyes glare

The servant man makes his mind to run
I can be in somata by tomorrow's sun
With his master′s horse and his father's guns
He heads for the hills, death's plan′s undone
And he thinks he′s won


Later that day master goes to the square
And just as he heard he finds death
Standing there
Say why did you give my man your stare
He's left my side and his skills were rare

Death said sir, what your good man saw
Was my surprise to see him at all
I′m supposed to give your man my law
That's true
But not here, tomorrow, in somata
I hope he comes through
I hope he comes through

Forget those bones you drive into the world
You′re nothing but a song for the finding
Just like a fawn sleeping beside wolves
Curious in your blinding
Not hiding