Cold veins

Claiming to be righteous

Spirits

Watching us betray the Lamb

Sense of fate/sense of fear

Oncoming brutality

Distraction clouds

Your mind can’t hear

 

Who was he that clipped your wings?

Shadow of a man with a taste for proud youth

No way to unsee these things

He made you beg and plead in the moonlit glade

Heart struck through, gone from your sight

Forest floor begat most unearthly scent

Stolen from your fathers might

Knit your own cord

 

Ritual

Serve the Gods of Blood

Violence

Open wounds dripping tears

Leave the sheep/lead her deep

Bleed dry and flee

Night falls

We’re so alone

 

Where were they that loved you so?

Left you all alone with this pack of wolves

Taken fill, your flesh we know

Knit your own cord

 

Write my name

Sing for me

Call for sweet water

Wash your hands

Write my name

Sing for me

Call for sweet water

I wash my hands

 

Remember

Pluck out your pretty eyes

Forget all

Black patterns of your nightmares

Make a prick/make it stick

Glass broken from the centre

Pain born

Only evil enters

 

Hold your tongue, much wasted breath

Hew and hack the limbs from the fallen tree

Better now to welcome death so

Knit your own cord

 

Write my name

Sing for me

Call for sweet water

Wash your hands

Write my name

Sing for me

Call for sweet water

I wash my fucking hands

 

Of you