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