9 April 2012
Listen up, tell you about the forgotten nights. A great treasure was to behold Brought down through ancient stories told.
Natives in the rain swept forest Call out into the foggy ruins of night Hunters gather around their prize Forgotten Gods now on their side Blow pipes, war paint, poison darts Beating, sacrificing, torn out hearts Hear them pounding on their drums Women, loose, lined up, hoping to come Waiting, praying, believes in the sun Owned us, loaned us, take your debt. Gentle, whistling, whispering breeze Rustling, swirling, lost in the trees Winding, finding, following me Slowing, growing, misery Guiding, rising, reach the alter Sacrifice, unsatisfied, use your daughter Bloating, gloating, full of pride Something inside us all has died.
Lost In The Trees • Opuss № I