Lyrics

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