The First Songtext
von Valley Maker

So then there′s the world
under the sea. And then

there's your man,
under the tree.

Who put you there?
Who put you there?

Oh, open eyes!
Oh wicked hands!

Oh crooked.
Oh fallen man, understand

who put you there.
Who put you there?


So now we can kill, tangled
in our weeds. Watch them grow

all around the tree. Oh, wicked
thirst, from the first... Who put you there?

Who put you there?
Oh smell of death

over the Earth; taste
of curse over the ground;

evil sprouts- oh wash them
out; a blessed sign

in the sky, who put you there?
Who put you there?

Who put you there?
Who called you fair?

Who judged you fair?