كلمات Ochre

Gilded horrors quilt this world I paint them stark across my face Tobacco fields and these wild thorns after The steady hand of a three fold fate In you a poison well in you a star lit Trench In me a Sun born exile in me a horn crowned slave Ochre mark the fatted ram Red ribbons hold their course Ochre marks the fatted ram and he bows to take his place Smoke rise to heaven To the table of the gods Red rivers flow through the roots To this circle where we stand Gilded horrors quilt this world I paint them red across your face Tobacco fields and these wild thorns after My steady hand controls our fate In you a poison Well in you a star lit trench In me a Sun born exile, in me a horn crowned slave Ochre mark the fatted ram White ribbons stay their course Ochre marks the fatted ram and he bows to take his place Smoke rise to heaven, to the table of the gods Red rivers flow through the thorns to this circle where we stand He bows and takes his place Let us bow and take our place