Rain came down to drive us in.
As the bones unfold, the shelter holds
for a while.
Both arrows fell.
Rejoice with trembling.
And my bones shall say that we were done
and undone.
But I have drawn a circle ‘round me
and I have summoned up a deamon
and i will ask him what he knows and he will tell me what is
so.
The children pass right through us.
All drawn like lambs to slaughter
one by one.
And all the ghosts
that haunt you
all sleep and reside with me.
And we have put a curse upon you
and your crops will surely fail.
There is corruption in the forecast.
There is poison in the
well.
And I have drawn a circle round me
And I have summoned up a deamon
And we have put a curse upon you
And your crops will surely fail
There is corruption in the forecast
And there is poison in the well
And when we die
both you and i
are going
straight to
hell.