Lyrics

Children of the moon, sky high against the day A script half-written won't remind Rainbows jostled, skylines torn Witches burn beneath us So polish up your best shoes, walk in line beside sorrow Supplication lost behind Hitching our throats like tin cans behind this universal hearse Back against the wall, rictus grin must bear it To take the pain and gatecrash my own wake To ride them all through the black time, Jormungandr To stare unblinking through hollow face of death Whirling worlds, nucleus sun to disappear down frozen gullet of Fenris wolf Hammer waits to fall