All Them Witches - All Them Witches - Blood & Sand/Milk & Endless Waters 歌词

One purpose
Perched a top a spire
Nestled in the bosom of creation
Wounded once, never again
I'm building a cult around your figure
The saints, wanting
the idols present, the idols presence.

Rituals dance just out of reach
Just as any good conduit should dance, just out of reach
10,000 weary and wanted
Exhale the dust, folded into my boot heels
And on and on to forever

Little arms to heaven rest me
Eyes of milk and endless waters
Praise, oh idol ons praise
And know that i have found you
Breathe, you women of circumstance

And know that we are intertwined
Sea arises even now into the summer

She found to cradle, swooping
We are balanced on one finger
We are softly
We are softly sung to sleep