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Asher felt the air between his fingers and his feet
fingers and his feet
fingers and his feet

Asher told the ferryman to wait beneath the tree
wait beneath the tree
wait beneath the tree

A guilty premonition in his throat began to bleed
throat began to bleed
throat began to bleed

But Asher took the winding road beneath the oaken leaves
'neath the oaken leaves
'neath the oaken leaves

Where he followed
a wicked laughter from the road
There, the cold stream swallowed
his thoughts: they drifted from the fold

And below
I found my brother
lying in the snow
lying in the snow

Laden and cold
I found my brother
lying in the snow
lying in the snow

Oh, oh

Lo, I found my brother
lying in the snow
lying in the snow