Beyond the Pines

There's a place they never speak of

the place beyond the pines

the place where young old Walter lay

dead beneath the Rhine

There's a place they never speakk of

the place beyond the pines

the place where old soldiers lay

who strayed beyond the line

There's a place they never speakk of

the place beyond the pines

a place they say

of the undead

in agony and slow decline

A place they called, Antimoden

a place where all could see

the price the price of freedom

paid for safety not liberty