Singing has always been one of my weakest sides, but I hope the lyrics I chose to go with While the Blood Runs Warm in Your Veins by Josh White (sometimes called Joshua White) illustrate Macon Dead's thoughts while he is sitting in front of the cave and blend into the present day Dead:
Oh Pilate, poor Pilate, do come out here.
Oh Pilate, poor Pilate, do come out here.
Ain't no more fighting gonna be.
Ain't no more fighting gonna be.
But the dogs now barking, hunters coming.
Pilate I be off, I be off, way, far away.
But the dogs now barking, hunters coming.
Pilate I be off, I be off, way, far away.
We'd have ourselves a countless riches.
But you took it all away.
An' all these years you hid, yes you hid.
Oh Pilate, snake Pilate, so you kept it after all.
Oh Pilate, snake Pilate, so you kept it after all.
The song, in its whole version, may be found here.
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