Though I have wronged you
I was held in a riverbed
Where they cast the spirits from anointed heads
And returned to me not knowing when
The bridegroom would beckon you in
Though I have wronged you
I was told when I gave the land
To the service of some beasts and men
By the end of all you dreamt
The debt that I owe would be left
Violence violence violence
I was held in a riverbed
Where they cast the spirits from anointed heads
And returned to me not knowing when
The bridegroom would beckon you in
Though I have wronged you
I was told when I gave the land
To the service of some beasts and men
By the end of all you dreamt
The debt that I owe would be left
Violence violence violence