wreathe - the king is risen كلمات أغنية

it scents the briny sweat
on the brow of the farmhand
as he toils to form the soil
in his tessellate image

this is the first violation
the rupture, the pillage
hung drawn and quartered
the water fouled, the land contorted

it is here that the king is drawn
the conifers bow in reverence

here the blood is drawn
from those who will all death

flowers bloom upon its trunk
the wrists and side now opulent
the ruddy rose to mock their shepherd
stigmatic wounds mere decorative

expel the bitter scent
its rhizome nostrils flare
encouraging the air
to gain favour with natures vehemence
natures vehemence!

stalk ye cruciferous christ
the verdant lamb of land as god
from the gloom beneath the bough
save us our wreathen crowned

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