The Ballad Of Casey Deiss
T'was a man of youthful features
T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes
Watching out but looking inward
Tall and stately and full of life
In his life, he spoke but rarely
In his mind he cried for light
Painting perceptions trying to capture
That which he saw in his questioning strife
Once in Lisbon, twice in London
Travelling around for all of his time
Looking for and finding a goddess
He took Diana to be his wife
Of the children, they'd begotten
Two had died without knowing life
And the third I know not whereof
But if she lives, she will yet be kind
Casey had a mark of simple value
He had a star between his eyes
In his hands he held an axe blade
The Greek symbol of thunder and fire
On a night when the heavens were crying
He went out and took his blade
Chopping wood to warm his hearthside
The lightning came and my brother died
Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards
Tell him no tales of the canyon's might
But wish him peace and eternal wisdom
For he has died and he died in light
La balada de Casey Deiss
Era un hombre de rasgos juveniles
Era un niño de ojos tristes
Mirando hacia fuera pero mirando hacia adentro
Alto y señorial y lleno de vida
En su vida, hablaba, pero rara vez
En su mente lloró por la luz
Pintar percepciones tratando de capturar
Lo que vio en su lucha cuestionable
Una vez en Lisboa, dos veces en Londres
Viajando todo su tiempo
Buscando y encontrando una diosa
Tomó a Diana como esposa
De los niños, habían engendrado
Dos habían muerto sin conocer la vida
Y el tercero no sé de qué
Pero si vive, será amable
Casey tenía una marca de valor simple
Tenía una estrella entre sus ojos
En sus manos sostuvo una hoja de hacha
El símbolo griego del trueno y el fuego
En una noche cuando los cielos lloraban
Salió y tomó su espada
Cortar madera para calentar su hogar
El rayo vino y mi hermano murió
No le traiga vino de viñedos lejanos
No le digas nada de la fuerza del cañón
Pero desearle paz y sabiduría eterna
Porque él ha muerto y ha muerto en la luz