Cat is in the Bag

One by one, down the line Fire ahead and fire behind Numb with shock, pale with fright No escape nor a hope in sight Howling fear, loud and clear Doubt and darkness drawing near Cost of life and cost of death Short on time and short of breath Scarlet wound across the sky Doomed to wither, doomed to die Howling fear, loud and clear Doubt and darkness drawing near The thought is hard And the taste is bitter The cat is in the bag And the bag is in the river A blade in the back And no arrow in the quiver Waiting for the hour When the soul is delivered On the ground, left for dead Crows are wheeling overhead Casting shadows, long and lean Birds all scatter, bones picked clean Howling fear, loud and clear Doubt and darkness drawing near The thought is hard And the taste is bitter The cat is in the bag And the bag is in the river A blade in the back And no arrow in the quiver Waiting for the hour When the soul is delivered