Santeria - Year of the Knife lyrics

Lay your body down Come crawl beneath the dirty sky It is the year of the knife And the knife has no loyalties They'll take our women as their wives In secret and in royalty We must k** them to survive To live and love eternally Who knows what we'll find? The fear no longer haunts me Under the last of the Anunnaki Kings & Cowboys Where the winter's made of ash And ash from the color grey Surveying the new arrivals And feeling the pulse of the rain Old smoke & bones Haunting the cloaked pages of the Bible Ask Doyle, he knows Sweat and sin Been dogging him for miles A gutted moan Some chiseled stone A law that been broke like bread Between two lovers in exile I saw my angel fall Picked her from the wrist Cleaned her dirty dress All the salt was stone And pillared bone As we turned our gaze back To the fire… There is no time to cry For this is the Year of the Knife