Virus Meadow Lyrics - And Also The Trees

Rattled chime, slow ringing echo 

Roll around in virus meadow 

Suck enchanted nightshade twine 

Hear the bells beneath us chime 

Sinking sermon, priest head murmurs 

Holy words across the meadows 

Kissed the plagues' black rolling hand 

Through his lips the virus sang 

And the rooks, they seemed to follow him 

Wherever he goes 

Flapping in the flat sky 

Shrieking in the spire 

Hanging from the lead sky 

Dangling from the sun 

The rooks, they seemed to follow him 

Wherever he goes 

Nodding thistle, english sun dew 

Swansneck woman, child-bed meadow 

Aching shoulders sink and grow 

As the bells from ditches toll 

And the smeared skin wrapped limbs 

Of the night brothers 

Struggling.... crawling 

Through the empty crack of morning 

Of the night brothers... 

Of the night brothers.... 

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