I WHO BEND THE TALL GRASSES - Lingua Ignota

Glorious Father, intercede for me

If I cannot hide from you, neither can he

Always your voice bites the back of a cold wind

And the tall grasses bend for you

Where does your light not shine?

Where does your light not shine?

Take hold of my gentle axe and split him open

Gather up my quiet hammer and nail him down

Use any of your heavenly means

Your golden scythe

Your holy sword

Your fiery arrows studded with stars

I don’t give a fuck

Just kill him

You have to

I’m not asking

I have made my body your vessel

I preach your word in every room

I have walked the earth weeping

I whip my back with my many sorrows

Are my sacrifices not extravagant?

All I have is yours

And I swear I can’t do it again

I swear to you, Lord, he has to die

There is no other way, there is no other way

Where does your light not shine?

Where does your light not shine?

I have never loved him more than I do now

But I can’t do it again

I have to be the only one

I’m not asking

You understand?

He belongs to me

You understand?

It is my voice that bites the back of a cold wind

It is my voice that bites the back of a cold wind

And I, it is I who bends the tall grasses

It is I, I am the one

I am the only one

I have to be

I don’t care that he can’t help it

I can’t do it again

I can’t do it again

He belongs to me

Where does your light not shine?

Where does your light not shine?

Glorious Father, intercede for me

If I cannot hide from you, neither can he