All Creatures Will Make Merry lyrics

So long ago that I'm not even sure If the eyes that meet me in my sleep Are yours at all Or a mirror of my own You were there in the crowd When they tore you to the ground And through your flesh and bone they did march Taking all as their own, leaving nothing for yourself We burned those wolves last night And their teeth remain to remind That in museums made of these flames We were born, we will grow and we will die