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Born in the Mouth of a Beast

by Hand of the Horsewitch

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Three sisters united palms touching firm Bound by the sisterhood of the worm The youngest of three crossed oceans and plains To stand by their oldest and call out his name The sibling between would ascend from below Through soil upon soil from years of repose They would offer a worm in the guise of a crown And through reasons of glory it covered his brow
2.
Cries were shattered by the sound, of a horses scream A black veined horse, with twisted mouth, who’s rider was a queen Her kingdom was the forest floor, and everything beneath Atop her horse she handed him, a seven pointed leaf This leaf it had a silver sheen, and felt like serpent scales The queen of all the ghastly things, then parted with her nails The hair upon her withered brow, that hid her yellowed eyes The matted hair that draped her back, was that of wolven hide She pointed to the serpent leaf, one point was curling black And whispered through her rotted teeth, “there is no turning back” Her hairless horse then turned its head, towards the rising sun It perked its ears, which warned the man, that it was time to run
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The snow was deep and pace was slow, the frost was in his bones He came upon the witch’s horse, as twilight took its own A liquid shine came off its skin, its mouth was dripping foam Below its feet a mass of twigs would mark the witch’s home Gnarled and broken fingers pressed up through the twigs and roots With flies emerged the forest queen, beside the preacher’s boots She walked in circles very slow, around the shaking man From her side she freed a bag, with nimble crippled hands Out the drawstring hole there stuck, the beak with lizard tongue The witch of queens then said “commence, the setting of the sun” From high noon the yellow star, filled with clouds of black The witch then pulled the prophet bird out from the leather sack When she set it free to fly the lichen in the trees Grew until it touched the ground, and sang cacophonies Above his head within the dark, the fluttering of wings Was much too loud for birds or bats, and was of larger things The dwarven ember in the sky shone new upon the land The forests veil was then revealed to be of the left hand The preacher knew that he was trapped, amid the witch’s world He would pay so dearly for what the albino told. He traveled through the hair like drape, ahead the crow it flew Deeper still and led the man remaining just in view He lost his sight of what he sought, and fell into a rut The only thing that he could feel was now his aching gut His satchel bore no food instead, the leaf of horrors lore Curled like the other two, were corners three and four The man had seen and felt too much, throughout his deathly roam He turned and tracked his prints in snow, and set his sights for home His hopes had died when he looked down, and mournfully he saw In every footprint he had left, was one of wolven paw He lay onto his back and watched the fifth point twist and die The sun still shone obsidian from midpoint in the sky
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Humanity… They call us failure We were born in the mouth of a beast Follow the wolves’ teeth to their throats Follow the maggots to their homes No more thrones and no more gold to scour We set blaze Pray, pray for rain They’ve been put in their place, to wait for worms It’s so dark in this place, they’ll all be lost forever When the witches betray, and the food is dirt When they finally believe, our words will fall on corpses We’ve been eating these fleas, the soil we’ll salt You must hark of your fate, and lay on your back till buried Call for the sea to drown them And for the wind to spread their disease Choke on the stench of your sons and your daughters Say not a word for your breath smells of peace Humanity… they call us failure We were born in the mouth of a beast

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released August 1, 2009

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Hand of the Horsewitch

Gabriel Hunt - Bass/Vocals
David LeGallee - Guitar
Jordan Easson - Drums

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