Blackbird Raum
Witches
In others' mouths the scraping of rocks, who walk a roperun along the ground Into the basketWhither the sky is fatted with ice, come as the earth growsricher of blood - The doe is in seasonWe pull our teeth out laying down in easy places wethicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our handsThey're shooting the wolves from helicopters can you believe thatOut in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quicklyOut in the wood a passing of hours, in the jailhouse of limba passing of years Into the casketI will not crouch polluted with law,no traitor to witch no traitor to wolfJudas IscariotNow the white wool has twisted round the land,the cowering altar and matricide borne.The stones they are screamingI could call them men but they are notmen, faces like blood rags, yetdressed to the fines.Chariots surround usbut it won't be thewitches that areburning this time
From Letras Mania