Paroles de Idis

Watching eyes trough clouded veils Ancestral souls shape the winds Present feeds upon the past Our sanguine ties that bind Writing on the page of fate I accept the will maternal Hear the gift in the cry of the child Or the bale from blackend wings Cursed lines and candles flame Killed with breath from a kiss Cradle a chosen life The vine of the mother Wrapped in woman's weave Armed in Gossamer Strangled with mothers hair Heirs blood never flows [CHORUS] Chains of blood Bind women's wrath Or kiss from above The lady past