Do you know what death is?
Would you understand
the horror of a life lost
if it bled upon your hands?
I walk an endless nightmare,
trudge so steep an uphill road
in vainest hope truth might prevail
and lighten your dark load.
I did not choose to come here.
I can barely understand
how what you claim has done these things
could be aught but a man!
Bare your guilt, yield up your graves,
though I am barely willing
to unveil my tortured eyes
in light of this grim calling.
God, have mercy on this town!
Attend me, sense and reason!
Fate, place shackles on my past,
my quailing heart make even.