Lungwort Lyrics

Lambs of penance resting in peace
Not all wounds mend with time
Menace in their veins
Dignity lost is hatred gained

Vines and leaves hanging from the old growth like the hair of a stone-faced crone
Rays of dusk disturb the grotesque shrouded mandrake - spied from slits afar

Faceless phantasm
Cloaked in tattered vestments
Exaggerated fingers
Fade into the seams

Catenate
And follow its trail
Round the roots
Encased in white cocoons

Abandoned shells
No children to be found

Scent of moldy debris
Echoes of flapping wings
The eyes upon them watching
The lunar choir sings

"Attende Domine, et miserere,
Quia peccavimus tibi"

"Look to the southern stars
And follow the left hand path
From which the moon shall swallow the seas
And summon thee to her embrace"

Pain in their lungs
Bound up in poison
Narcotic vapor

Imps incant
Enraptured regret
An offering

Redeem the souls
claimed
for
naught

Bones made whole
slave
caste
bought

Once
night
falls

Til
day
breaks

The rite of conversion concludes; to be alive

You were warned to stay away
It is no longer our burden - your refusal to adhere
You have done this to yourselves
Now see what your malice has wrought
See your little ones
See how glorious they have become