William Patrick Corgan - Antietam lyrics

Antietam, somebody has to rise Somebody has to rise Battered out she wades in Agatha-black as it sounds This parting ways on a sharp knife Antietam's in sight Horses stamped their hues, Marillion-side Emancipated through spilt lines Hollies of the high, your anthem's won For sisters stricken blank do forget Antietam, somebody has to rise Somebody has to rise It's a long way south Where comforting kindness springs To a bridge of turn-key louts Antietam, begin Ochre-powdered caste, defend this doubt To marvels of a silk forest spun Magnolia's in the can, a glimpse cyan Where chaste and tendered mouths spoilt foul Antietam, somebody has to rise Somebody has to rise Battered out she wades in Agatha-black as it sounds This parting ways on a sharp knife Antietam, somebody has to rise Somebody has to rise