We came, drawing up tar from our heels Tying rope around heathen necks Blow bitter winds
Hearts of iron Moldy eyes Hearts of iron Eyes of agony When they did not bow, we made them Spoiled meat/ yellowed teeth Eyes bulging from their sockets
Oh, what have we wrought? The fruit is rotting on the vine Spoiled meat, yellow teeth Eyes bulging from their sockets
THIS IS OUR PLACE WE WILL DIE UPON IT LIKE FLIES FEASTING ON FECAL MOUNDS WE CHOKE ON IT CHOKE ON IT