Gilded horrors quilt this world / I paint them stark across my face / Tobacco fields and these

wild thorns after / The steady hand of a three fold fate / In you a poison well in you a star lit

trench / In me a sun born exile in me a horn crowned slave / Ochre mark the fatted ram

/ Red ribbons hold their course / Ochre marks the fatted ram and he bows to take his place /

Smoke rise to heaven! / To the table of the gods! Red rivers flow through the roots / To this

circle where we stand / Gilded horrors quilt this world / I paint them red across your face /

Tobacco fields and these wild thorns after / My steady hand controls our fate / In you a poison

well in you a star lit trench / In me a sun born exile in me a horn crowned slave / Ochre mark

the fatted ram / White ribbons stay their course / Ochre marks the fatted ram and he bows to

take his place / Smoke rise to heaven! To the table of the gods! Red rivers flow through the

thorns to this circle where we stand / He bows and takes his place / Let us bow and take our

place