She wore a yellow ribbon
As she watched me beg for bread
Their voices raised an octave
In the Theater of the Dead
A land of deepest shade unpierced
By our human thought
The dreary regions of the dead
Where all things are forgot
How then shall I leave my tomb
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom
A curse or blessing met?
Soon as from the earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be
Thick fresh claw marks
Tied with ribbon
Held by barbed wire
Now immortal
Who can appease the doubt that tears upon my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damned cast out or numbered with the rest?
Oh, souls who are so cruel to me, keep your eyes ahead
Watch the fog, is dark and thick in the Theater of the Dead
Thick fresh claw marks
Tied with ribbon
Held by barbed wire
Now immortal
Who can appease the doubt that tears upon my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damned cast out or numbered with the rest?
Oh, souls who are so cruel to me, keep your eyes ahead
Watch the fog, is dark and thick in the Theater of the-
How then shall I leave my tomb
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom
A curse or blessing met?
Soon as from the earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be
Wipe the stain of medicine
Gently, swiftly from my chin
Eyes are lustreless and cool
Dim lit shadows play the fool
Who can appease the doubt that tears upon my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damned cast out or numbered with the rest?
Oh, souls who are so cruel to me, keep your eyes ahead
Watch the fog, is dark and thick in the Theater of the Dead
Wipe the stain of medicine
Gently, swiftly from my chin
Eyes are lustreless and cool
Dim lit shadows play the fool