Up From Sickness There To Air

Skadi Meic Beorh

  dark place

where we

spoke of torment

spoke of foment

spoke in accent

  dark place

where we

sang of justice

sang of musty rusty hospice

  dark place

where we whispered sin

spoke of power and of men

spoke of speaking from within

  dark place

where we saw the depth

of sacred death and

honored breath

of power hour manifest

destination

we ingest

we invest

we infest

we incest

with our priestly pomp and crest

and take our sister down

and spread her on the ground,

then drown her in the shallows,

then give her to our fellows,

parishioners and listeners

and swarthy men with bellows

I'll see ye at the gallows...