Alice could not feel her heart
Her witness a wildflower field
And her body was made of wicked pain
For Alice could not feel her heart
Well, and those were
The days of her trial
O Lord
Bad dreams defrauded her of brother sleep
For she was watching all night long to see that
Naked girl crawling along a wildflower field
A blood-soaked wildflower field
One night a crooked moon did sinisterly breathe
Weary bells murmuring, funeral pile crackling
Her rapist's burning bones of guilt and shame
His bones of guilt and shame
Where in the end
Dead ember did haunt
O Lord
Well, and those were
The days of her trial
Alice could not feel her heart
A tombstone adorned her graveyard home
After years she was free of wicked pain
For Alice could not feel her heart
Where in the end
Dead silence did mourn
O Lord
Well, and those were
The days of her trial