Broken teeth
A bitter dawn
Three black moons
In an open palm
& Now we speak
From hallowed veins
Lift my spirit
From the flames
Beneath the spectrum we fall
Did you hear them calling at all
& Now there's blood on the walls
The tooth and the claw
& Now the voices remain the same
Athame
Unsheathe
Athame
Forsaken,
I became
Upon the wreath
Lies my shame
So lift my spirit
Lift my spirit up from the flames