
The four dead had paid, so I sang for them. At the fifth spot my voice just gave out.
That's not your voice giving out. That's you refusing to sing it. Well done.
When will you sing that name? I'll give you two herrings.
I'll make your name last forever. Payment up front.

The four dead had paid, so I sang for them. At the fifth spot my voice just gave out.

Four verses lie buried under this red ice. The unpaid ones always last the longest.