Woven hands bending and breaking
Ain't no roads lead to home
Light a fire for the gods we're forsaking
We lick marrow from bone
Noctivagant spires and blind folded buyers
Cities built on the sand
Death-dealing liars, eternal forge pyres
Black seeds sown in this land
Broken giants, coughing and gasping
Build up walls with their bones
Kill the witch for the curses she's casting
Beneath the eyes of god we cast stones
Snake charming father, salt pillar mother
Workers marching in crowds
Strip the flesh, leave the scraps for another
Sinners hanging from clouds
Soldiers build houses of fire
Holy arrows fell down
We all lied down there
To sleep with snakes
We've been wondering when we will wake up
Wake up where we lied our heads
When spring is over and the old gods retire
Soldiers burn bodies, build houses of fire
When all we are is ghosts out in the corn
Fifteen thousand golden horns sounding from the coming storm
Fifteen thousand golden horns sounding from the coming storm
Well, when fall is over and the old gods shed their skin
I'll tear down this house of fire and build it up again
I'll tear down this house of fire and build it up again