The Mission - Beyond the Pale

"Cold still waters running deep

Pale before the eyes

Ravaged

By the hands that feed

Thunder clouds the skies

Drifting with the tid

Floating with the stream

The howling winds have gathered strength

From a wisper to a scream

Sell me down the river

And out to sea

Cast me adrift and set me to sail

Just on last kiss before raising hell

Beyond the pale

Beyond the pale"