shiftercat

Deadmen dance In your winding sheets Rattle your bones To the Earth's heartbeats To live is to grieve; So grieve in their stead Wake the dead Wake the dead Waiting canvas, bleached remains The pale horse's rider, he is Her day Muertos quieridos, despertarse a nosotros. (Beloved dead, waken to us.) Lovers dance Like angels afire Tangle your bodies On the funeral pyre To live is to burn; So burn in their stead Wake the dead Wake the dead Rose of violence, blood of birth The red horse's rider, he is Her sun Muertos quieridos, estara con nosotros. (Beloved dead, be with us.) Children dance While the church bell rings Learn