Do What Th’owl Wilt

Harness the huntress inside
Take her by the wings take her flying high
She wasn’t isis last night
She was a being of pure light
Oh I sighed osiris inside
Heavenly beings cut with knives
Tempted by temples outside
Inside the minds of the heads who have died

You want to be here
Lion on your grave
Exploding things
Crack through your head

Exploring explosions in the core
Envisioned by mages long ago
Or is it my turn to die?
Heavenly chorus sung too high
Scattered like stars in the sky
A shadow of wings crosses my eyes
Blackness of falcon clouds comes
Unfurling a night that sees not a dawn

You want to be here
Lion on your grave
Exploding things
Crack through your head

Up from the lake
Coming down from the moon
The shrieks in the valley
They even look like you
As sure as the winter
Bleeds in the spring
Craleister owley he even knows your name