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Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Defenders of the Grave |
Heraldry is a protection against such practices; |
for what the audacious |
atrocity of the resurrection-man cannot, the venality of the sexton certainly, |
will accomplish" - Thomas Wakely, The Lancet newspaper 1832 |
«'…a coffin was registered with the expressed purpose of frustrating the |
resurrectionists… designed to be made in cast or wrought iron, |
with concealed spring catches on the inner |
Side of the lid to prevent levering, and joined in such a way as to thwart any |
attempt to force the sides of the coffin apart… Some parishes had communal |
mortsafes or 'jankers' - huge coffin-shaped pieces of stone or metal put on new |
graves.» |
— Ruth Richardson Death, Dissection, and the Destitute 1987 |
«Resurrection men, your fate deplore |
Retire with fore vexation |
Your mystery’s gone, your art’s no more |
No more your occupation: |
Surgeons no more shall ye ransack |
The grave with feelings callous |
Tho' on the Old Bailey turn’d your back |
Your only hopes the gallows» — Mr. Diben The Patent Cof in 1818 |
Stalk through hallowed headstones |
For notes and coin, trade flesh and bone |
Your eternal rest may, become nocturnal wrest |
The newly deceased, still bereaved |
Snatched from their peace, taken without leave |
Truncated repose, for the decomposed |
Adamantine clasp of the mortsafe, the muddy bonds of earth |
Patent coffins do not vouchsafe, calm repose beneath the turf |
Stone walls do not a prison make, nor six feet of sod a grave |
Pray the lord your soul to take, you’ll need defenders of the — |
Graves' occupants, so dearly prized |
But to butcher, not to eulogize |
To rest they were laid, now sold under the blade |
Who turns the key to the mortsafe, when the sexton stuffs his purse? |
Nightwatchmen cannot vouchsafe, calm repose beneath the turf |
Stone walls do not a prison make, nor six feet of sod a grave |
So pray the lord your soul to take, you’ll need defenders of the grave |
Defenders of the grave, hallmarks of this ghoulish age |
Defenders of the grave, defenders of the — |
Solo — Matthew Harvey |
Solo — Michael Burke |
Stone walls do not a prison make, nor shovels full of sod a grave |
So pray the lord your soul to take, you’ll need defenders of the grave |
Defenders of the grave, hallmarks of this ghoulish age |
Defenders of the grave, defenders of the — grave |