(instrumental) You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to hold, A cup of lees, of henbane steeped in chaff. Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold, Through evening's rest, you dream, I hear the moans, you die a thousands’ death. When cane straps flog the body dark and lean, you feel the blow. I hear it in your breath. (I hear it in your breath.) (instrumental) You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to hold, A cup of lees, of henbane steeped in chaff. Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold, Through evening's rest, you dream, I hear the moans, you die a thousands’ death. When cane straps flog the body dark and lean, you feel the blow. I hear it in your breath. (I hear it in your breath.) (instrumental)
