Raise or bury the corpse within
Praise or curse the soul
Blood is found on your head for the quick and the dead
In your mind you are wise
In your eyes prudence lies
Judgments found on your head, you're as good as dead.
Woe to you I can tell you, you'll surely die
Cast one of these astray and you're as good as dead
In the sea casted, you'll die with a millstone around your neck
Woe to thee fire burns deep, heed your call or you'll fall.
