Canopy of coils Made of barberry grates Grab a piece and give a hand 'Fore it's too late
Harvesting, like souls Foaming roots while we wait Boxed in bronze and incanted Over Hekate
And if you think they'll be there forever You're a fool And if you wish to reap them You should be here too
Haven't you heard? Chorus over out there Cutting vines
Canopy of coils Made of barberry grates Grab a piece and give a hand 'Fore it's too late
Magic in the earth Every leaf has its wraith Boiling time of itself Blood, flesh and scrapes
And if you think they'll be there forever You're a fool And if you wish to reap them You should be here too
Haven't you heard? Chorus over out there In the fields 'til the night of the day Cutting vinesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
