the charnel-house of hate

this is the limit of no sacred name

where words unspoken lose no heavy freight

your silence won't put out a single flame

 

once we were scared we'd be out of the game

of no account except perhaps as bait

this is the limit of no sacred name

 

to be upheld to nobody's acclaim

and be ignored by all who pass the gate

your silence won't put out a single flame

 

and all your songs will not obscure the shame

so what we do is bend our heads and wait

this is the limit of no sacred name

 

a home we find to wild as well as tame

the sort of thing no one would celebrate

your silence won't put out a single flame

 

not even here the charnel-house of fame

where all is laid to rest except old hate

this is the limit of no sacred name

your silence won't put out a single flame