Is what I heard Pearline sing. Sinners would find comfort in a Hell with a fixed orbit: after death, arm’s length away. Don’t want to start seeing hell on the horizon, pale horses bridled, blood moons. Makes you want to conquer earth if it’s another life that’ll reap those consequences. If the light remains horizontal, heaven stays high, and hell low, it’s alright, just another night, but it's a pale pale moon tonight.
