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-- her kind (witch) --

Above me the last quarter moon, I'm feeding
hungry young wolves in the night
Rumbling of bowel and thoughts, I'm bleeding
the bigger the wolf, the bigger the bite

My lungs are all covered with moss and lichen
my feet are still stuck in the bog
Old shabby hopes are coming, they're creeping
I see her on the rock

Filthy yellowed linen does mantel my skin
I'm boney and sulfurous like hell
Barefoot on the rock she braids her hair
and the fog around her knees and the moonshine suit her well

The wolves they are licking my blood that is driping
They're scrunching my body and mind
I'd give all my sparkle, my misstress and my laughter
to climb up to her kind

Oh, she is a witch
Oh, she is a witch
Oh let me taste of her sweet little tincture and make me just as rich

A thousend faces of moon passed by
my lips are pale and dry
the bog is drying and sinking, I'm crying
as dawn tinkled and the twilight hit my eye

The wolves are fleeing, my cheeks are heating
the first ray of light lifts the smog
My feed they are moving, to reach her I’m graving
but yet we are on the same rock

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from the bigger the wolf, the bigger the bite (EP), released January 13, 2021

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