Of The Terrible Doubt Of Consequences

Through the breaches
An old chant blossoms

His mouth lies wide open
Still I hear no sound

Two feet from the ground
The stoutest cord
Has broken at last

Saddest voice in the night
In the coldest weather

Two feet from the ground
The stoutest cord
Has broken at last

The blind sleep and the murdered person
How does he sleep?
The coldest sleep and the hangman
How does he sleep?

Through reasons unclear
I plead guilty

Two feet from the ground
The stoutest cord
Has broken at last

Come on over
Do what you please
This body no longer matters

Two feet from the ground
The stoutest cord
Has broken at last

The blind sleep and the murdered person
How does he sleep?
The coldest sleep and the hangman
How does he sleep?

Of the terrible doubt of
(Of the terrible doubt)

Your guilty body cut off from this world
Shadows lurked always there
Through turbid waters
Floats your body electric
Newborn from an abattoir

Of the terrible doubt of
(Of consequence)