Witches -

In others' mouths

Are scraping of rocks

Who walks a rope

Run along the ground

Into the basket

Into the basket

Whither’d the sky

Is fatted with ice

Come as the earth

Grows richer of blood

The doe is in season

The doe is in season

We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places we

Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands

They’re shooting the wolves from helicopters can you believe that

Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly

But it won’t be the

Witches that are

Burning this time

And it won’t be the

Witches that are

Burning this time

And it won’t be the

Witches that are

Burning this time

Out in the wood

A passing of hours

In the jailhouse of limb

A passing of years

Into the casket

Into the casket

I will not crouch

Polluted with law

No traitor to witch

No traitor to wolf

Judas Iscariot

Now the white wool has twisted 'round the land

The cowering altar and matricide borne

The stones they are screaming

The stones they are screaming

I could call them men but they are not

Faces like blood rags, yet

Dressed to the fines

Chariots surround us

Chariots surround us