The herd lie down circling The dry skeleton of a tree The hot sun burning And the victim hit thrice The victim hit thrice
The last dance is scorched to The iris of the eye
The same eye tired from
Not weeping for the victim hit thrice The victim hit thrice
Round and round it goes The kinks of the heart You must swallow it all The kinks of the heart
I dream I am an argent
Chevron between fylfots gules
And I throw up the sacrilege
And the moon cast silver on the victim hit thrice The victim hit thrice
Thunder blitz the heavens
Vile animals rabble the bones Do you feel sentimental? Judas dangling before your eyes The victim hit thrice
Round and round it goes The kinks of the heart You must swallow it all The kinks of the heart
The herd lie down circling The dry skeleton of a tree The hot sun burning And the victim hit thrice The victim hit thrice
Thunder blitz the heavens
I cast the augury of bones Who hung himself there? Judas dangling before your eyes The victim hit thrice