The foolish price, the vain courtier They both belong to me Their curiosity and arrogance Leads them straight into my kingdom Down they will ride, below the waves Unhonored, unwept and unsung On polished thrones of coral and stone We of the otherworld rule
Making slaves and lovers of the sons and daughters From the mortal world With bowed heads and silent tongues They work a thousand years or more Once they succumb and their soul is undone They are scattered to the winds
Then the shores above are scoured I never do wait too long For the fresh hubris of youth calls them Like rats after the piper’s song.
