#undead-hostess

“I usually just drink tea.” she commented before continuing on. “Oh, yes, why?”

There's no earthy way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There's no knowing where we're rowing

Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing

Is a hurricane a-blowing

Not a speck of light is showing

So, the danger must be growing

Are the fire of Hell a-glowing

Is the grisly reaper mowing

YES, the danger must be growing

For the rowers keep on rowing

And they're certainly no showing