Oh hail Mary, full of death Sing me a bitter song As dark as the day is long And as black as your eyes are wild While the hail from the blackened cloud is raking the firmament Destroying our argument About the temperature and the time Wild and unbroken We lay like a wounded lamb, facing a billygoat Bowed down in our heavy coats Under the force and the threat of his eyes And we march in our rows and rows Under a burning hand Past the scars of the wounded land Into a country of thorns and spines Wild and unbroken Oh, God save the chamberlain Oh, God save his appointed successor But God saved his hardest face for you and all your kind That's what's troubling me Hail Mary, sick and proud And holding aloft the light That would burn through a heaving night And then lead us upon the rocks And the child who is nearly born Waits just to do you harm Like the shock of a broken arm Or a love that would burn you blind Wild and unbroken