A spear through the side, and a man dies. I thought that was the rule.
Rules, listen to you. Since when does a song have rules.
Young man, don't go out on the water before that mark on your face heals. The bones say so.
I want nothing but to be sung about.
A spear through the side, and a man dies. I thought that was the rule.

Nineteen unmarked stones, just here. I'd rather die under the ice than become one of them.