Maize Songtext
von Wovenhand

Fox
Oh, the height and depth
The width and breadth
Oh, the height and depth
Oh, the height and depth
The width and breadth
Oh, the height and depth

The height, the height
Oh, the height and depth
Oh, the height and depth

Samson the son
Stand the hawk
And brown
A one who has heard
Small fire


Flaming fox
Kindleth fire
In the torches
Fire
Sendeth him out
Into the standing corn

Even unto vineyard
Unto olive
He smiteth them
Hip and thigh
Right hand and eye
A great great smiting

The height, the height
Oh, the height and depth
Oh, the height and depth

He goeth down
And dwelleth in
The cleft of the rock
On his arms are as flax
They burn with fire
And his bands
Are wasted
From off his hands
The merciful parable
The winepress, yes


No shadow of turning

Just a rumour is enough
He findeth a fresh jawbone
Of an ass
Could have caught his hand
And taken it
And smiteth
A thousand men
He taketh a fresh jawbone

Oh, the height and depth
The width and breadth
Oh, the height and depth
The height, the height
Oh, the height and depth
Oh, the height and depth