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    1. Thorns of Fire

    From the recording Skinflint

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    Thorns of Fire

    Feeding on his veins, the roots extend into his flesh
    Taking over his form, the branches of thorns
    Crying in pain, to the piercing agony

    He glares across
    The village at night
    He sees a fire
    Illuminating a healer

    Crushing the herbs
    With a wooden stick
    The doctor prepares
    A concoction of sorts

    Open your mouth
    Drink this now
    He tastes the medicine
    Soothing the pain

    The doctor pours
    The blood of the ox
    On his wounds to appease
    The angry spirit

    Walk in the fire
    Now is the time
    To burn the thorns
    That pierce your soul

    The branches burn
    Blinded by the smoke
    He feels the flames
    Travelling to the roots

    Burning the wood into ashen
    Falling away on thin air
    The spell has been uplifted

    Thorns of Fire