They were lashed to the stake And smoked under sage and camphor Squawking beaks, wailing throats Teeth on teeth, oaken cane Fire to break the howls Ghastly rattles echo into an empty sky Here in this place not for common eyes Sap wine and razorweed dust Drink from this cup and chant the words: Haven from hunger and hungry Chisel to bone, antler to loam Pale skin, pale horse, pale stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
