Three White Feet

three white feet came and carried with them cold for all the nights I will hold laid to rest with ash and pollen left to drift in years of autumn As I laid the stones upon him dreaming of a fate befallen these beating wings collecting what is owed and soon my debtor he will know these hands they ache to tear your flesh from bone and drag you westward bound in rope this moment filled my mind stretched over miles of stone and sand I must take a life hooves leave the mark of my demand the comfort I will find blood bathing miles of stone and sand I must take a life hooves leave the mark of my demand the mourning will be brighter when you’ve left this face that you see it will be the last this moment filled my mind walking dawn and day three white feet that carried him cut that path that I must take his screams will fill the fields and dance across the planes three white feet that carried him carry me away the mourning will be brighter when you’ve left this face that you see it will be the last the mourning will be brighter when you’ve left