To drain the blood from this vast
This black, stinking oil
And scorch the prints all there
And deeds go
To pull the dead from the jaws
All this treacherous
As the
And the mouth to the
To cut off every link
That ever touch the soul
All this burn
And burning
That's my suffer
To drink the blood
To cut off every link
That ever touch the soul
All this burn
And burning
That my suffer
This crippled memory
