Track Insight / Lyrics
You wear a cloak of velvet moss tonight
The Atropa belladonna blooms in white
Your fingers trace the lignin in the grain
While Mandragora roots wake from pain
Belladonna ball spins in the crypt
Where xylem veins and phloem sip
You dance with spores and mycelium threads
While wolfsbane crowns the ancient heads
The Quercus rubra sheds its copper skin
You tuck the acorns deep within
The hall breathes slow with fungus breath
You taste the loam, you taste the death
Belladonna ball spins in the crypt
Where xylem veins and phloem sip
You dance with spores and mycelium threads
While wolfsbane crowns the ancient heads
Digitalis purpurea nods its spike
You count the beats your fingers strike
The candle wax drips on the floor
You press your palm to wooden core
Hyphae weave through mortar joints unseen
You read the rot in lime and stone
The clock strikes twelve, the veil grows thin
You sow the seeds you've always known
Taxus baccata guards the arched doorway
You strip the bark to make it stay
The berries red like drops of wine
You crush them slow, you draw the line
Belladonna ball spins in the crypt
Where xylem veins and phloem sip
You dance with spores and mycelium threads
While wolfsbane crowns the ancient heads
The morning comes with frost on glass
The masquerade ends, shadows pass
But in the soil your fingers find
The roots you planted, intertwined
Belladonna ball spins in the crypt
Where xylem veins and phloem sip
You dance with spores and mycelium threads
While wolfsbane crowns the ancient heads
Belladonna ball, the roots remain
You'll tend the dark and wake again
