Ochre

Gilded horrors quilt this world
I paint them stark across my face
Tobacco fields and these wild thorns after
The steady hand of a three fold fate

In you a poison well in you a star lit
Trench
In me a Sun born exile in me a horn crowned slave

Ochre mark the fatted ram
Red ribbons hold their course
Ochre marks the fatted ram and he bows to take his place

Smoke rise to heaven
To the table of the gods
Red rivers flow through the roots
To this circle where we stand

Gilded horrors quilt this world
I paint them red across your face
Tobacco fields and these wild thorns after
My steady hand controls our fate

In you a poison
Well in you a star lit trench
In me a Sun born exile, in me a horn crowned slave

Ochre mark the fatted ram
White ribbons stay their course
Ochre marks the fatted ram and he bows to take his place

Smoke rise to heaven, to the table of the gods
Red rivers flow through the thorns to this circle where we stand
He bows and takes his place
Let us bow and take our
Place