Tekst:
Republic Of Wolves The Varuna

Where have you been lying ever since the fortunes changed their minds? You're nothing but a sleeping quarry, caught up in the snares that you yourself

I woke up sweating on the moaning mount of olives My black dove penance weighing down my feather feet Woven into my skin, the covenants I'd broken

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

Give weight and give woe The working man's slow for dinner we ate by the fire Some life is just so hard to let go I followed you with every movement

When day dawned, the tempest passed away and the warm sun shone out. I was caught in a sunbeam that dried my eyes closed I'll show you what it means

I had a lot to say before they sewed my mouth shut Out on a rosy field, between a cross and crescent I had a love so pure I had to leave her behind

Forget the pain you once held dear, It cannot help you here. Did it ever help you anywhere? You're kneeling on a memory, some Pyrrhic victory But