Iris in:
We pan upon the origins of sin
There, under all her fragrant folds of skin
She kept me in
I was so young
When first I felt the curse a-coming on
Still stifled by the sight of my own blood
I just let it come
How the wolves abound
Neither cross nor crown
Can touch us now
Let it all fall, fall, fall down
Iris in:
And open like the heavens overhead
Then pan upon the faces of the dead
Who number now like hairs upon her head
And when will this end?
How the wolves surround
Neither cross nor crown
Could touch us now
Let it all fall, fall, fall down
*Indistinguishable whispering*
Don't make a scene
Collapsing like the arches of her feet
They've all just paid to see some misery
So try and look tragic
And leave the rest to me
How the wolves bear down
Neither cross nor crown
Can touch us now
Let it all fall, fall, fall down
*Indistinguishable whispering*