And all is still the lights go out on Harbor Hill
The sun will rise, collapsing worlds will still collide
A fortnight before our rest

And oh to be the honest man inside of me
My hands will rise to raise this atlas to my eyes
A blade for to take his best

These were the best of times
In all of my longing, these were the worst of times

I long to see the last two souls he took from me
A child and wife to satisfy his cursed knife
Tonight his life must end
And all is still with wedding bells on Harbor Hill
As he takes his bride, black undercoat my blade doth hide
A vengeful heart won't rest

These were the best of times
In all of my longing, these were the worst of times