Witches

In others' mouths Are scraping of rocks Who walks a rope Run along the ground Into the basket Into the basket Whither'd the sky Is fatted with ice Come as the earth Grows richer of blood The doe is in season The doe is in season [Chorus] We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places we Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands They're shooting the wolves from helicopters can you believe that Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly But it won't be the Witches that are Burning this time And it won't be the Witches that are Burning this time And it won't be the Witches that are Burning this time Out in the wood A passing of hours In the jailhouse of limb A passing of years Into the casket Into the casket I will not crouch Polluted with law No traitor to witch No traitor to wolf Judas Iscariot [Chorus] Now the white wool has twisted 'round the land The cowering altar and matricide borne The stones they are screaming The stones they are screaming I could call them men but they are not Faces like blood rags, yet Dressed to the fines Chariots surround us Chariots surround us [Chorus]