Styled by Dr. Roberts - Frog Eyes

I’m going to pray for the cold, I’m going to pray not for

Anything at all

I’m going to pray for the war, I’m going to pray that my dagger’s not

The first blade withheld

And when that bird beaks its blood on my windowsill

I know that I have been called

And the glory of economy

Is when your dwarf shall become a man

Woe to the night, woe to the night

Emaciated forester dancing in the moonlight

Dancing just to stave off the hunger — it’s a hunger where

You want to hit him in the fucking knees

And then you hit him in the fucking knees!

Shooter!

Shoot up!

But you better watch your allocution

Shooter, shooter, shoot up!

But Donna, you better

Never turn your back on that dwarf, and:

You better watch your allocution!

Donna’s got a right to be tired!

She’s been swamped in the kitchens

Of a Dark Royalty

And if you love me!

You’ll know my heart

Belongs to the shepherd

Who has nursed his lord back from the tombs of a Dark Galilee

And if you know me now

Then I shall know you now

I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT ON YOUR FACE

I SHALL KNOW YOU BY THE LIGHT COMING OUT OF YOUR FACE