Sin Fang Bous - Clangour And Flutes lyrics

Eat the young, taste the blood They don't know a thing about us Shake their bones, throw them out We make something new out of things lost I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree If you go chasing rabbits and you know you've gone too far The lines in your hands are the map to show you where you are I will be the boat and you will be the sea And if you would find feelings where should be none Bury them deep before you do something that can't be undone I will be the fire and you will be the home Any fluke just might damn off the look those eyes will see A cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came with me I will be the forest and you will be the dead tree Eat the young, taste the blood Stab the night with water knives Shake their bones let them know that there are rodents in their eyes I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree