Diana

Wolves in my cellar
Wolves in my cellar
For my apples have blackened and rottened
And they’ve taken more than they have given
And my animals frightened and sickened
Soon your crops
They will rot
This dark season
Wolves at my altar
Wolves at my altar
For these beasts are not cleansed for the slaughter
And they’ve taken more than they have given
And what meat for this blood and this fire
Soon your crops
They will ripe
This dark season
Send me a bow, Diana
Bless it with wine, wrap it with vine
Got to find her
Carve it in stone, Diana
String it with teeth, cypress trees
For the arrow
Wolves
Wolves in my chamber
Wolves in my chamber
For these eyes need no judge for the jailor
And they’ve taken more than they have given
And a life doesn’t hasten to ruin
Soon your breath
It will end this dark season
In the back
Of the room
They called me out
Softly
Softly
Through the lion’s mouth
It’s not my problem
It’s not my doubt
Send me a bow, Diana
Bless it with wine, wrap it in vine
Got to find her
Carve it in stone, Diana
String it with teeth, cypress trees for your arrow
Send me a bow, Diana
Bless it with wine, wrap it with vine
Got to find her
Carve it in stone, Diana
String it with teeth, cypress trees for your arrow