Blackbird Raum - Witches [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

In others' mouths
Are scraping of rocks
Who walks a rope
Run along the ground
Into the basket
Into the basket
Whither'd the sky
Is fatted with ice
Come as the earth
Grows richer of blood
The doe is in season
The doe is in season

[Chorus]
We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places we
Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands
They're shooting the wolves from helicopters can you believe that
Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly
But it won't be the
Witches that are
Burning this time
And it won't be the
Witches that are
Burning this time
And it won't be the
Witches that are
Burning this time

Out in the wood
A passing of hours
In the jailhouse of limb
A passing of years
Into the casket
Into the casket
I will not crouch
Polluted with law
No traitor to witch
No traitor to wolf
Judas Iscariot

[Chorus]

Now the white wool has twisted 'round the land
The cowering altar and matricide borne
The stones they are screaming
The stones they are screaming
I could call them men but they are not
Faces like blood rags, yet
Dressed to the fines
Chariots surround us
Chariots surround us

[Chorus]