Give Your Wrists lyrics

In droves, they flock to the shadows of the canopy Just as one stops, another begins to cry The mist, like fog, so dense. Occult Man is forbidden here, for to disturb the vapours Would poison the mind So all that abide are dead still These last few days As the shadows this evening Lenghten and pinpoint the last of the light And the sound of the knives Counterpoints the sobbing and moaning The blood looks so dark