ungirthed - Purity Ring

The scent of my hands is familiar

to prostrated men

in their call

to guide me their spirits

from fire, fire, fire, fire

whose speak was so tenderly

whose speak was so tenderly coaxed

The tinge of my eyes is familiar

to prostrated men

in their call

to get close, close, close

to their closetly homes

Illuminate the worlds of the ghosts

Ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears, ears

Ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

Ears, ears ring

The air is familiar

So is that smell

Dead voices cover their bones

Refill their quiet tones

with vessels of earth

and the cry of detritioning bones

Dust off my necklace, familiar

To culminated piles,

To the culminated piles of bones

that shift with the earthquakes

and trembles, trembles

and call these men up to their,

and call these men up to their thrones

The scent of my skin is familiar

to prostrated men in their call

to guide me their spirits

from fire, fire, fire, fire

whose speak was so tenderly

whose speak was so tenderly coaxed

The air is familiar

So is that smell

Dead voices cover their bones

and refill their quiet tones

with vessels of earth

and ladies that they have ungirthed

Ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

Ears, ears ring