Peasant Hands - Midnight Rituals

Cursed rope
Cast over the Bodies
That tremble
Taken back
By their feral roots
Summon
Pain
Summon
Grief
Submit the questions
Like slaves in chains
Waiting for the answers
Blistered palms fit over
Splintered boards that punish
Set to please in torment
Summon Spirit
The air is hot
The night is host
One might last long enough
To leave it all behind
Reject the spirits that will haunt you
Protect the midnight rituals
Summon
Pain
Summon
Grief
Summon the masters
Like slaves in chains
Waiting for the after
Blistered palms fit over
Splintered boards that punish
Set to please in torment
Spirit
The air is hot
The night is host
One might last long enough
To leave it all behind
Reject the spirits that will haunt you
Protect the midnight rituals
We've been here
We've been here
Patroned by saints of blood
Midnight rituals
We've been here
We've been here
Patroned by saints of blood
Midnight rituals
Midnight
Rituals
Midnight
Rituals
Reject the spirits that will haunt you
Protect the midnight rituals

Written by:
Joseph Flores

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