Hecate

HECATE

Canopy of coils

Made of barberry grates

Grab a piece and give a hand

fore it's too late

Harvesting, like souls,

Foaming roots while we wait

Boxed in bronze and incanted

Over Hekate

And if you think they'll be there forever

You're a fool

And if you wish to reap them

You should be here too

Haven't you heard?

Chorus over out there

Cutting vines

Canopy of coils

Made of barberry grates

Grab a piece and give a hand

fore it's too late

Magic in the earth

Every leaf has its wraith

Boiling time of itself

Blood, flesh, & scrapes

And if you think they'll be there forever

You're a fool

And if you wish to reap them

You should be here too

Haven't you heard?

Chorus over out there

In the fields till the night of the day

Cutting vines