Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt Broken glass that tears the sheets And grinds teeth as black as night Where the demons of the cloth Rape our wretched flesh The ghosts of the Charnel House They were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the Charnel House They were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers are worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross They flicker in perdition's - perdition's light The ghosts of the Charnel House They were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the Charnel House They were born to shameful night The poor mouth, it speaks Of the begging bowl politics It's words cast long - long shadows From the doorway of the Charnel House The ghosts of the Charnel House They were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the Charnel House They were born to shameful night