Invocation Lyrics

Bruce Haack Invocation

With this song I now thee wed
Dead to living, living dead
Holding on with spider's thread
To every word that liars said

I call upon the trees to speak
For the weary and the weak
May the wind of winter blow
Everything that liars know
May they believe they kept the truth
From tender, telepathic youth

(Assassins, assassins, assassins)