Year Waxing, Year Waning
(smother the fire, smother the fire)
Our ancestors slept on pillows of stones
And lay together on blankets of bones
And lay on woven sheets of henbane
Before their descent to the flames
And an evil descends from the heavens
And an evil ferments in the earth
(x2)
The year waxing, the year waning
(x4)
