All among black stones we lay,
Above us a sign in black array.
This is the captain,
Standing on guard upright,
And challenging Fate to come and fight.
Chorus:
Elan Chol stood on guard alone,
And the breath of a curse was over him blown.
The Blind Man:
Hurrah! we all were dead before
We died. And whether living or
Fallen or dying we might be,
Each the same gulf of gloom could see.
Death himself called us on parade,
Commander of our company.
Chorus:
Hurrah! whether dead or alive they be,
In eternal gloom they paraded, and he,
Death, commands our company.
The Blind Man:
On guard stands the blind man himself; with him
Our captain, our captain, a shadow grim,
Elan Chol with his hundred lads.
A hundred dead with their curse of doom
Went away to eternal gloom.
First Man from the Crowd:
And is Elan Chol alive?
The Blind Man:
He is not dead.
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