Hecate
Canopy of coils
Made of barberry grates
Grab a piece and give a hand
'Fore it's too late
Harvesting, like souls
Foaming roots while we wait
Boxed in bronze and incanted
Over Hekate
And if you think they'll be there forever
You're a fool
And if you wish to reap them
You should be here too
Haven't you heard?
Chorus over out there
Cutting vines
Canopy of coils
Made of barberry grates
Grab a piece and give a hand
'Fore it's too late
Magic in the earth
Every leaf has its wraith
Boiling time of itself
Blood, flesh and scrapes
And if you think they'll be there forever
You're a fool
And if you wish to reap them
You should be here too
Haven't you heard?
Chorus over out there
In the fields 'til the night of the day
Cutting vines