One
The sparrows fly
The sheep gone astray, return.
More sensual, intelligent, perfect
More bass
We can rise up and take over
Two
Three...
We join and howl together
Like a calf baying at the moon.
Shivering, shaking, sliding,
One, two, three...
He feels the heat in her flesh
We will conquer
We will rise up over everything(-one?)
Bagpipes
Rain banging on the slate roof
Four and five...
Glimpse the hair; the red and flowing hair.
The eyes; the blue and dazzled eyes.
Four
Five...
We will conquer
Rise up and conquer
Lightening and fog
The Moors
Cliffs of Dover
Six and seven, eight, nine...
We streak through the doors of the night
Cat's cradle is empty
We join and howl together
"Come here, Dover" she calls
Rolling, fighting, rumbling
6,7
8,9...
Bass
Bagpipes
Sit in the church and pray
Live in the stalking of prey
Ten (hundred), eleven (hundred)...
Flying, flying down
She is the red soul, and proud
We are red soul
You are too proud
Ten hundred
Eleven hundred...
Intelligent
Sensual red orgy
Join the bretheren and rise up
Conquer
Perfect
Twelve o'clock
Fire ignites our thoughts and feelings
The Chosen or the chased
Passionate howling at the moon
Scratching, thrusting, kissing
Fog on the Moors
Lightening over the cliffs
The cradle is empty
Bagpipes
Red tops my head
As proud as I'm loud
12:00...
Basic, intellect, sensuous
Pride
The red and flaming hair
The blue and dazzled eyes
Red orgy
Rain bangs the roof down
Coming, coming, coming
There
Rise up to conquer
Red orgy
Pride
Perfect
One.
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