Lyrics:

Ghost-woman with ashes on her breath
Reveal the fly-blown faces of the gone
The brimstone in a barren land
The pliant meat done to a turn
With all the dead of a decade wading in
Led through this pale hygienic glow
With hands held stiffly behind backs
The brimstone in a barren land
The pliant meat done to a turn
In this house that had once been human