I heard in the dark, soft pairings.
Under the leaves, naked shoulders.
Under the moss, skinny sides.
Don’t wake from your sleep.

I know where the common man
Will judge what they don’t understand.

Sacrilege, and we keep on dancing.
Heretic, whisking round and round.
Blasphemies that go round the fire.
Don’t wake from your sleep.

Tossing their heads, eyes of fire.
Leaving their beds of leaves and briars.
Singing their spells to heathen gods.
Don’t wake from your sleep.

I know where the common man
Will judge what they don’t understand.

Sacrilege, and we keep on dancing.
Heretic, whisking round and round.
Blasphemies that go round the fire.
Don’t wake from your sleep.

I heard in the dark, soft pairings.
Sacrilege, and we keep on dancing.
Under the leaves, naked shoulders.
Heretic, whisking round and round.
Under the moss, skinny sides.
Blasphemies that go round the fire.
Don’t wake from your sleep.

I heard in the dark, soft pairings.
Sacrilege, and we keep on dancing.
Under the leaves, naked shoulders.
Heretic, whisking round and round.
Under the moss, skinny sides.
Blasphemies that go round the fire.
Don’t wake from your sleep.
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