Sea Smoke

from by The Republic Of Wolves

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I drove an ancient copper thorn 
into your Red Indian heart 
Pulled the cross down and myself 
into a hundred weaker parts 
Pointed up into the cliffs, 
I saw the villains they became 
Just an angel and a lion, 
spitting fire in my name 

Won't be long 

We threw the Stygian hypocrites 
into the warmest pit of Hell 
Down to the violent jet-black delta 
where the redwoods rose and fell 
I painted all of man's mistakes 
inside a giant golden frame 
I was a tax collector up until 
the spirit spoke my name 

In the fog of the graying woods we'd grown 
We heard the cedar bulkheads moan 
So we replaced it with a field 
And now it's scraping up our heels. 

And I can hardly move my mouth 
To get these hallowed insults out 
Past my bear trap jaws into my wandering father's ears 
So I'm packing up my tattered thoughts 
and swallowing my prayers. 

And I'd been too long 
in a polished wooden tomb 
Should've left some space for you 
But I never got my fill of tempting fate 

So I sold my spine to the devil-handed dusk 
Finally a captain I can trust 
He formed a brand new trinity 
With the hypocrites and me. 

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from Varuna, track released November 30, 2010

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