All Them Witches Open Passageways
All seeing eye of God
Pack up your tents to travel
Through low land countryside
Lay down your hammers brother
Through open passageways
I felt my breath grow shallow
Lend me a voice, oh God
To scream and shout and bellow
Chew up your love then swallow
Three stars are pinned above
Howling their hope in shadow
Cast down with weary eyes
And bid their sheep to follow
Chew up your love then swallow
