Howlin Rain - In Sand and Dirt lyrics

Down below the drift under the light of the cold moon That shines like falling ice Where the shake's tales beat like drums against the earth A low and mournful hymn And the palm leaves hush the begging goats and pigs Like a rea**uring ghoul There beats a new heart, in spice and soil Ohhhhhh the Damned moaned Now time moves by the sons of the black birds Like a choir of rabid hens And the fallen sing with dark black eyes That nearly tell their tale Lost in the eddies of the slowest tides Courting mournful tones That cling to the narrow curves of our skulls And guide us ever on Ohhhhhh the Damned moaned Bring with you all of your songs, all of your d**h dreams Awaken all of your living bones to every living thing Bring with you all of your drones, all of your gold strings And swing all of your bells for every living thing Bring with you all of your songs, all of your d**h dreams