This Gift Is A Curse Wormwood Star
The air tastes of silver and blood
My eyes are cut with mercury
Cast out a body of smoke and dirt
And my bones become like hollow shells
I am a hollow shell
A great star burning like a torch
Fell from the sky into the rivers
Into the spring of waters
And it all turned bitter
Of dark celestial descent
I see the mark as the sun blacks out
You stretch out like sackcloth of hair
The key to the eternal night
The name of the star is Wormwood
And in the fall of light we take our true form
The name of the star is Wormwood
In fall of light we take our true form