Paroles de Wound Upon Wound

Virtues of blood Follows through Bringing our shadows For hundreds of miles Of tattered and torn Wounds upon wounds Foolish force Grow to or sever Brushing my teeth From the wounds Ending a curse Just shadow, the world Just shadow, humanity Humanity Right is the Hand Rewarding our son Clutching the scepter of a real God Drunken with grief And sorrows For us who live in the shade We wander Limb from limb Virtues of blood Follows through Bringing our shadows For hundreds of miles Of tattered and torn Wounds upon wounds