You have to wade through the dogs

The vipers, the preachers, the brands

With nothing between you and their sharpened canine teeth

Only the skin over your pale ivory skeleton

You have to wade through the dogs

The vipers, the preachers, the brands

They can tear at the flesh, they can blacken tissue

They can bleed you, but they can't break the-

They can tear at the flesh, they can blacken tissue

They can bleed you, but they can't break the bones

And when you're through

When all that's left is your breath on the air

And their howls behind you

Raise the child in your arms to the sun

To the sun, to the sun

Give her light, give her light

Give her light, give her the light