Twelve O’Clock Chant (Live)

Hold me hard light, soft light hold me Moonlight in your mountains fold me Sunlight in your tall waves scold me Ironlight in your wires shield me Deathlight in your darkness wield me In burlap bags the bankers sue me In countries far the merchants sell me In icy caves the princes throw me In golden rooms the doctors geld me In battlefields the hunters rule me I will starve till prophets find me I will bleed till angels bind me Still I sing till churches blind me Still I lovе till cog-wheels wind me Hold me hard light, soft light hold me Moonlight in your mountains fold mе Sunlight in your tall waves scold me Ironlight in your wires shield me Deathlight in your darkness wield me