Soothsayer Worm Lyrics

Fold into land
Crawl back to oceans

In crystal vaults and gold prisons
Pots of mud; vestigial tongues
Take these my witnesses
Burn the votives

Each lunar cycle's crest
My lord is taken by seizures
And plucks his people's limbs
Without visible pretense
With lecherous relish

The mangroves drowned
The crane's beak trembled in my teeth
I drew the ire of the Father Star
And ribald jubilation of worms

The solid ground
Became dust beneath my feet
And I gazed into a visage
Made to resemble fear

Swallowed by dreams
I couldn't speak I couldn't eat
Amid foul murmurs demanding blood rivers

Fold into land
Crawl back to oceans

My king of late has not listened
Warnings fall upon earfuls of dung
The servants writhe with pestilence

Who will save them?