I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest / Where the people are many and their hands are all empty / Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters /Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison / Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden / Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten / Where black is the color, where none is the number / And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it / And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it / Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' / But I'll know my song well before I start singin' - Dylan