Would you come for me, If i were in the valley deep? Where the wild water runs red, And the ever cold bodies lie. Would you come for me in the river of hell.... To the souls of the damned? With those two little gold coins in your pocket low. It will be the price you pay, the ransom, the toll. Will you ride with me to the end? Please rescue my soul. For the Grim is horrid with his right hand raised out. You will reach in your pocket for your journey was long. The screams and the cries of death thrusting about. With a hand open wide only one coin remains. One life was lost, but another soul was gained.