the final state

 all hearts are filled with horror and with dread

we've hit the boundary of human reach

out here in the republic of the dead

 

there's no necessity to get ahead

once we have heard the words of the last speech

all hearts are filled with horror and with dread

 

for this we struggled long to earn our bread

and bowed low as the vile old friars preach

out here in the republic of the dead

 

where are are equal in the weight of lead

but none will listen as the poor beseech

all hearts are filled with horror and with dread

 

at every sound that penetrates the head

while silent men walk up and down the beach

out here in the republic of the dead

 

where none dare speak and all the good are fled

and what we learnt no one could ever teach

all hearts are filled with horror and with dread

out here in the republic of the dead