The Black Ram
Jason Molina
I call you now first Rider
Clasp the wings above the heart
Altar of smoke and the sycamore
The cypress grove and the funeral drum
Arisens of all the distant worlds
And the after worlds to come
Call you now next Rider
Copper and thunder eyes
A halo of the deserts dream
Pulls the moon through the sky
Now live them miles and see who stands
No day no risen Son
Bind wolf to bone to blood to Man
Bind me to all of them
I call you now third Rider
I am the arrow that splits your breast
I tremble though I rise up with you
To hunt the last Lioness
Who swallows tides when no tides come
Who binds the names to the nameless one
The Black Ram she does
The Black Ram she comes
The Black Ram she does
The Black Ram she comes