Beyond the Pale - Procol Harum

Who will search for Holy Grail

Past the edge beyond the veil

Who will come beyond the light

Far from reach beyond all sight

Who will share this bitter cup

Let the wild dogs tear them up

Let the cold winds blow them down

Drive them deep beneath the ground

Who will live in darkest night

Dankest gloom and quietest quiet

Buried deep beneath the ground

Far from any human sound

Who will search for treasure trove

Scour the seas and scale the globe

Past the peaks beyond the heights

Farmost reaches furthest sights

Who will share this bitter cup

Let the wild dogs tear them up

Let the cold winds blow them down

Drive them deep beneath the ground