From the recording Skinflint
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