Rituals of the Oak все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
All Wells are PoisonedWe see a life divine
far from damp hearts
a well of all delight
They wash their unclean hands
with grinning mouths
we see their hateful smiles
Where the rabble drinks
all wells are poisoned
Drown the Wood in BloodIn the ritual fires flames lash at my feet
And the rope sears marks of shame and defeat
The good Lord weeps upon my remains
I am not a witch - God knows my name
These severed hands of the Holy Ghost,
And the Holy Spirit are cold to my touch
Serpentine TonguesSerpentine tongues
Cannot be tamed
We crawl and plead
They turned away
Their wickedness
Slithered too deep
How could they tell
What made us weak?
Standing in the House of Suffering In this house of madness
He sings his dirge
For his sister, Madeline
As she fades from his life
In this house of suffering
I hear his words
Heavy and horrible