The harpies cried blood, blood, blood in the pale morning
Their wings are made of bone

Their Wings Are Made Of Bone

Wild Is The Wind

I Hate Every Cop In This Town

Oh sweet mother
I cannot weave
Slender Aphrodite
has overcome me
with longing for a girl

But come dear companions
For day is near
But come dear companions
for day is near

as the wind in the mountains
assaults an oak tree
love shook my breast

the moon stood full
when maidens stood round the altar

Sweet Mother I Cannot Weave

teeth and claws and no forgiving
we wear masks to show our meaning
brick and stone are torn asunder
we feel no shame
we feel no shame

we breath smoke like you drink water
we set fire in the cities
we feel no shame

trees like claws stand along the river
they cast no shade
stones like teeth across the desert
they cast no shade

we breath smoke like you drink water
we feel no shame
we set fire in the cities
we feel no shame

Nomadic War Machine

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