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Recorded @ Casa do Comum, Lisboa by our lovely friend Mauricio Centurion. originally written by Blackbird Raum lyrics: In others' mouths the scraping of rocks, who walk a rope run along the ground Into the basket! Into the basket! Whether the sky is fatted with ice, come as the earth grows Richer of blood - The doe is in season! The doe is in season! We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places, Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands! They're shooting the wolves from helicopters, can you believe that? Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly! But it won't be the witches that are burning this time! Yeah but it won't be the witches that are burning this time! But it won't be the witches that are burning this time! Out in the wood a passing of hours, in the jailhouse of limb a passing of years Into the casket! Into the casket! I will not crouch polluted with law, No traitor to witch, no traitor to wolf Judas Iscariot! Judas Iscariot! We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places, Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands! They're shooting the wolves from helicopters, can you believe that? Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly! But it won't be the witches that are burning this time! Yeah but it won't be the witches that are burning this time! But it won't be the witches that are burning this time! Now the white wool has twisted round the land, The cowering altar and matricide borne. Stones they are screaming! Stones they are screaming! I could call them men but they are not men, Faces like blood rags, yet dressed to the fines. Chariots surround us! Chariots surround us! We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places, Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands! They're shooting the wolves from helicopters, can you believe that? Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly! But it won't be the witches that are burning this time!
