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Calamitous Mortality

Covering a multitude of sins


Fear comes with the territory

Imaginary Time



Mk Ultra

Modern Prometheus

Radical Enlightenment

Reading Gaol



Tedium Vitae

The Fatalist Archipelago

The Ludovico Technique

Lyrics - Reading Gaol

He did not wear his scarlet coat
For blood and wine are red
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky

I walked with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'That fellow's got to swing'

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword

He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace
Nor have a noose around his neck
Or cloth upon his face
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
Into an empty space

The loftiest place is the seat of grace

With slouch and swing
Around the ring
We trod the fool's parade
We did not care
We knew we were
The devil's own brigade
And shaven head and feet of lead make a merry masquerade
Right in we went with sole intend
Of death and dread and doom
The hangman with his little bag
Went shuffling through the gloom
And each man trembled as he crept into his numbered tomb
That night the empty corridors were full of forms of fear
And up and down the iron town stole feet we could not hear

And thus we rust life's iron chain
Degraded and alone
And some men curse
Some men weep
Some men make no moan

And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand
The hand that held the steel
For only blood can wipe out blood
And only tears can heal