And marked the graves with a spider's web Nameless by name and those with a question mark The wise men weighed the souls on the poles With their hair they rubbed ashes into their faces God-fearing ones were missing There was also a lack of clarity that would enlighten the wretched carrion And the hard-headed came They fastened the whole thing with barbed wire The bloody juices flowed Graves opened their wombs And the last bell rang The frames squeaked The house of lustful debauchery was ignited And we were not there