Weave on
Sisters of the night
On your loom of pain
Try to stitch the darkness through the light

Weave on proverty and crime
The wars and waste
Gives our souls a break from the hunger
For the prophets and the saints

Stitch it on
The weapons drawn
And the children's splayed
And the fathers found
In unmarked graves
With your fingers pale and numb
Just braid

Oh you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
Oh you sisters weave on
With your stitching
Purple, blue and red

Oh you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
Just you still weave on

Feed on, sorry sons of state
Preaching salvation
While we fall
With such amazing grace

Feed on love of money
Love of race
Disrespect of country
And of neighbor's
Neighbored in our hate

Stitch it on
The brothers gone
And the lives they gave
To their foreign graves
With your fingers pale and numb
Just braid, just braid

Oh you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
Oh you sisters weave on
Weave your stitching
Purple, blue and red

Just you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
All you sisters weave on

These are the plans
The words we hear from mind deranged
You there who share his pain
Withdraw from this place and speedily
Lest the harsh, spite your mind also with madness
How dare, you urge us to cowardice

I'm ready to endure
With him whatever must be
I am ready to endure
With him whatever must be

Oh you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
Oh you sisters weave on
Weave your stitching
Purple, blue and red

Just you sisters weave on
Let the blood run through your thread
All you sisters weave on