I set out on monday. The night was cold and vast. And my brother slept. And though I left quite quietly. My father raged and raged. And my mother wept. Now my life was like a river. All sucked into the ground. And then the hammer came down. Lord the hammer came down. Many miles did I roam. Through the ice and through the snow. My horse died on the seventh day. I stumbled into a city. Where the people tried to kill me. And I ran in shame. Then I came upon a river. And I laid my saddle down. And then the hammer came down. Lord the hammer came down. It knocked me to the ground. And I said "Please please. Take me back to my home town". Lord the hammer came down. Now I've been made weak by visions. Many visions did I see. All through the night. On the seventh hour an angel came. With many snakes in all his hands. And I fled in fright. I pushed off into the river. And the water came around. And then the hammer came down. Lord the hammer came down. And it did not make a sound. And I said "Please please. Take me back to my home ground".