Clutch - La Curandera lyrics
[Clutch - La Curandera lyrics]
Did you not grant quarter to the daemon
Giving treatment to his wounds?
And would you not consider it unnatural
To be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response
And your best defense
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress
In her linen dress of white
Let us vote to dunk the witch in
The river Styx and photograph the lye
So in the shadow of Cerebus
Her spirit will reside
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress
In her linen dress of white
Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the brier, mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, ock and key
Lord of weather, the beast at peace
Shed not a tear for humanity
Go fetch my stars
Shed not a tear for humanity
God fetch my stars
Giving treatment to his wounds?
And would you not consider it unnatural
To be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response
And your best defense
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress
In her linen dress of white
Let us vote to dunk the witch in
The river Styx and photograph the lye
So in the shadow of Cerebus
Her spirit will reside
La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress
In her linen dress of white
Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the brier, mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, ock and key
Lord of weather, the beast at peace
Shed not a tear for humanity
Go fetch my stars
Shed not a tear for humanity
God fetch my stars