Men say, no one sees
No one hears
Oh, the dead see and the dead they do hear
Oh, evil. Oh, self serving men
How You should fear the afterlife
Oh, how You should fear the life to come after
Don't You know they will meet You there
Don't You know they will put You on trial
And sentence You to a life of woe and pain
in You new prison of flesh
Don't You know the will stand
and point and laugh unseen at You
in Your new prison of flesh
" You murdered us. and for that You will now suffer woe untold
in Your new prison of flesh"
You will lay and not know
the woe that lies before You
As a hand rocks Your cradle in Your new prison of flesh
Your bones will molder in the ground all cold
as a hand rocks Your cradle
in Your new prison of flesh
Oh, woe begotten
Oh, woe all Your days in Your new prison of flesh!!