Low Twelve Songtext
von Wovenhand

Let them trick and forget
Lying down in the heart of the sea with me
Oh, and talk of the mast at last
Singing serpent as an adder of golden ask
Brief was the colour rubbed out
By dirty silver tongue companions headlong cast
He slipped away, oh, right out of their grasp
To the sound asleep at the top of the mast

And he his all but given
Not taken by those whose feet to the shedding are so fast
They have stricken me and I was not asked
Oh, they have beaten me and I have not known

Face to face, palm to palm, brain to brain
It does become him


Breathing bone ravaged already
Breathe in a field of bruises
For bloody easy pieces sold
Does not he who weighs the heart proceed
Does he who keep your soul not know
Falling seven times and rising
We not receive it

They have stricken me and I was not asked
Oh, they have beaten me and I have not known

Silver tongue companions cast down in gold
In procession, heavenly body
Drawn out of anyone else
Oh, heavenly body

Oh, bread in the cup the wine
Heavenly body, oh holy vine
Heavenly body, oh
Heavenly body, oh holy vine