Plant the seed of ecstasy, bury it low and cover the hole Dance on the graves of the unborn, worship what’s dead and cold
My soul is aching for a reckoning Gather, Reap and Sow
The Old ways, bend haggard hands. Hearty roots lay in mother’s milk Weave the threads and the strands, conjure will into new blooms
My soul is aching for atoning Capture, Shriek and moan
Feed her blood of the hanged men, seeping milt to the earthen tomb Summon Hekate’s beasts under sickle moon
Eyes heavy and heart to match. Capture. Shriek and moan
The Old Ways, mend haggard hands, perfect love and perfect trust Healers light from the ancient source. Powers at be to dissolve the wounds. Side BTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
