Bird Of Winter Prey

Be still, bird of winter prey

Lay down your faster thinning frame



Be gone the salting of the wound

Return the harvest we once knew



We're more than just the blood of what we've done

More than just the blood of what we've done



Dry mouth, the water soon will rise

New birds will feather up the sky



Shake until they pass

What words of them will last



More than just the blood of what we've done

More than just the blood of what we've done

Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes

We're more than just the blood of what we've done